[ It was closed! He catches Pyrrha in the middle of a solitary work-out, energetically doing sit-ups between the two beds. Her t-shirt is fairly darkened with perspiration, but her breathing is even; she settles into a lean over her knees, peering up at him. ]

Well, you work very hard, you persevere despite the possibility of discouraging results...

[ She gestures to the small towel hanging off her vanity chair. Hand her that, love? ]

You're kind to everyone you meet, you're probably the most skilled strategist I've ever met, you have beautiful blue eyes-- [ Well! ] and a great mumblemumble. [ Yeah, you heard her. ]