"I… am?” He lifts his hand, rubbing at the back of his neck as his shyness creeps forwards, not able to voice the truth to the young woman, so instead, Peter simply swallows and nods in head, a small smile edging his lips. “Uh — sure, you’re not gonna lull me in to a false sense of security and steal everything I own though… are you?”
"You look it. Stupid men walk with this swagger to them. I’ve been around them long enough to recognize it.” She arches a brow as she surveys him. Denotes the timidness he displaces. And for the moment, decides to be a little kind. Well– as kind as Elsa could manage. The idea that she may steal from him had her blatantly laughing at him, fingertips pressing against her lips as she quieted the noise. “No, not at all. I have plenty of money. It’s Elsa, by the way. Elsa Vygotsky.”