that evens out their personality

"One of these days I'll bend your full-metal will to a little more vivacious a hobby," Masha declared, almost sing-songed.

"You couldn't pay me," Gray replied.

"And I wouldn't! Do you think I, such a self-made sort, am interested in any sort of handouts? Perish the unseemly thought!"

How was it that someone who talked so ungodly much could still reveal so little information?

Gray supposed a talent like that was useful. He knew Masha wasn't a stupid woman, for sure, but her irritating idiosyncrasies had him practically-

Oh, bloody hell. And now she was rubbing off on him, too.