Bramblepoint Swift and Voltaire

Admittedly it's not every day a pretty thing comes tumbling down to his feet, so when Ali smiles Deimos can't help but reciprocate it now that the challenging glint in her gaze has faded. The initial alarm has worn off, and he's much more settled so his grin is anything but contained.

"Who's to say that's not exactly why I'm here?" Deimos' eyebrows raise, canting in a flirty manner that might be borderline absurd. "Looks like it's working so far, isn't it?" He can't say he's had this happen before, but life is extraordinary with the way it works, and he's not exactly complaining about his present company.