"Pride, he always told me, would be the death of nations." She shakes her head, managing a small smile at the words her friend always spoke. Wise when he wanted to be, but usually the joker. Words that rang similar with Edge, as she's noticed.

She lets another sigh go at the flirtatious comment, unable to help smiling more. "You have quite the way with words, you know. Did you learn that around others or is this a skill you always possessed?"