It's muttered under his breath - much as a turian can. He kicks a rock with a flick of one taloned toe. Vengefully. Stupid rock. And he's right. Objective and correct, as far as he sees it.
"Of course I do." He makes a weaving motion with his head, a swagger without altering his steps on the path. "If you were perfect, you'd be a better dancer."
He does know what she means, though. And the dance comment is his tacit agreement - poking fun at something simple, something that doesn't actually affect anyone else but observers.
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It's muttered under his breath - much as a turian can. He kicks a rock with a flick of one taloned toe. Vengefully. Stupid rock. And he's right. Objective and correct, as far as he sees it.
"Of course I do." He makes a weaving motion with his head, a swagger without altering his steps on the path. "If you were perfect, you'd be a better dancer."
He does know what she means, though. And the dance comment is his tacit agreement - poking fun at something simple, something that doesn't actually affect anyone else but observers.