[Look at her, proudly displaying her feathers for him for his correct assumptions and analysis of her. He wasn't entirely sure how she'd react, but this is just as fun as any other scenario that could have happened. His arms fold over his chest, looking satisfied with how she's returning the compliments here. He clearly enjoys the ego boost, because he thought he did pretty good back there in the police station too. Better than even he expected.]

All the time, [he says as he laughs, the teasing tone of his voice fading away to be replace with something more warm.]

Believe it or not, I didn't always used to be so. Mother and Father like to tell stories of me from time to time about how I used to be afraid and hesitant as a child. The memory's faint, but I have a silver of memory left from when I was around four or so. I got scared of the snowman my siblings built after one particular snowfall- they'd decorated it in such a manner that I had nightmares for a week, though I don't remember the nightmares, haha.

[Ajax flashes a boyish grin at her, seems kind of crazy given who he is now, isn't it? He recognizes that fully, amused at his own change in demeanor over time.]