Successful in getting her laugh, she smiles again and tugs at a curl gently at the base of his neck.

"We can't solve their problems for them. At least, not these." She pauses to think, then meets his eyes again. "Scars, by the way, are dashing." With his hands at her hips, Claire begins to slowly walk backward, until there's a wall behind her.

"I know it isn't always easy, but I don't doubt you or your answering of requests. You're a rational being, and if both presented a good case, you're not favoring."