After some time, Idris simply finds herself leaning forward to rest her elbow to the table so that she might partake in watching her ‘kidnapper’ laugh. It’s always been a joy to see him so gleeful and happy, not that it seemed to be happening all that often as of late. The few and far between moments of genuine happiness was somewhat depressing to watch him suffer through, she was glad that she could at least make him smile for the moment.

Chuckling soft still, she gives a gentle shake of her head as she calms from her outburst with him.

“You certainly seem to be enjoying yourself, Thief.” She had to make the comment, now drumming her fingers to the tabletop. “It warms my circuits to see you smiling as such, you know.”

Circuits? Well, perhaps old habits — or phrasings, rather — die hard.