Swiftcurrent Creek Let the past die. Kill it if you have to.

Whip: What is flirt?

Whip couldn't remember the last time he had been given a compliment -- or if he had ever been given  in the first place. It tooh him by complete suprise and his face contorted into this scrunched mess caught somewhere inbetween an incredulous sneer and an awkward grimace. All he could think was, where the hell did that come from? She was a stranger. Whip didn't just traipse up to strangers and tell them they have pretty eyes. That's how you get disemboweled by some twitchy fucker named Sketchy Steve or something. Fuck that.

But it was bold -- and Whip kinda liked it.

That being said, he really didn't know what to say back. He was silent for a moment, a few moments, before saying in a completely monotone and deadpan voice that, "You have good facial structure." Yeah. Compliments. Whip could play that game too.