"You and the voice." As if he isn't delighted by every one of those compliments, as if he doesn't remember each one word-for-word and still keep it close--as if he isn't using it to his advantage this very second, dropping it down into its lowest and richest and most vibrating register as he teases, letting the accent drip because he's heard Myr praise it before as well.

Perhaps they are both better at this when their willpower is combined, it's true--but nevertheless, that still isn't saying a great deal. He ventures closer, just a step, just a little, as Myr keeps his not-gaze fixed on the screen and the glyph.

"I don't know as I am the best expert on the subject. How're you supposed to be objective about your own face? You don't want to sell yourself short, of course, but if you don't, and someone else disagrees, then you've got yourself a reputation for lying and immodesty." He folds his arms, thinking on this at some length.

"Dog Lady says I'm a seven. Which I thought was a bit unfair; I thought maybe I'd merit a seven and a half at least, but humility is a virtue before the Maker, so I'll...take her word for it."