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[ The sense of flattery goes both ways, sinking in as the realization that he'd already pressed the button is made apparent by the ready way the partition between them quickly lowers in the wake of her pressing the button on her side. Exhaling an amused huff of air, Nami looks on curiously as more of the man on the other side of the wall is revealed, his unfinished sentence momentarily forgotten, hanging in the air between them, as blue, appraising eyes take him in. One corner of her lips curls up in a slight, lopsided smirk after it becomes clear that Gladio is doing the same to her. At least she had the sense to rise above her casino-induced annoyance at being dragged to Mating Season for yet another stupid game to throw on one of the shorter dresses she prefers: darker blue than her eyes, enough that it makes her hair look brighter and flatters the cushy, but strong curves of her shape. ]

Fuck, you're tall. [ Another soft chuckle follows that remark. She's crossed paths with enough Diamonds being ground under the heel of their suit to suspect he's feeling fairly cagey, that he has the sense to stop and ask is charming. ]

I didn't hit the button because I wanted to check and see if you figured out the right glass for that drink. [ A fast glance downwards tells her that he didn't, but it doesn't really matter past the way that observation deepens the curve of her smile.

Nami settles into a comfortable lean against the wall beside the minibar, tilting her head to the side as if to indicate that he should show himself in. ]

Do I get to know your name?