Apparently every time he's sure he's got a handle on the conversation, she goes ahead and says something that throws him off again. Of all the compliments he's received in his life 'creative' hasn't really been one of them. Sure he's been praised for his ingenuity and his marketing genius, but that was just suck-up stuff from the board of directors.

His mind wanders back to playing with coding on his old ECHO at home and getting sharply reprimanded for wasting time...

"You're... really speaking my language," he says, the wheels in his head already turning on several of the projects she mentioned. He levels her with an impressed little grin.

"You got it then, princess."