[He means to make some smart comment in response to the first jib - something like "don't sell yourself short," or "of course not, who solved our zombie mystery," or even "why not both?", but nothing comes out. The obnoxious hum of fans just grows louder as that heart flashes again.

He doesn't feel very beautiful lately. It's one thing to objectively know you're designed to be attractive. It's another to be able to look at yourself in the mirror and believe it.

Whatever. Flatterer.]

SURROUNDED BY ADORING FANS AND LOTS AND LOTS OF MONEY. HOW IS THAT QUESTION SUPPOSED TO BE DIFFICULT?

...WHAT ABOUT YOU? I CAN'T SEE YOU AS THE TYPE TO LET A MYSTERY GO UNSOLVED LONG. AM I STILL GOING TO KNOW YOU IN FIVE YEARS?