"I'm pretty sure he's at least a little bit of idiot. As his girlfriend, I get to call him that, it's a privilege."

Persephone's amused smile softens the longer Romeo talks, nibbling at a tart as she takes it in. It sounds like Zetta. The Zetta she knows, as opposed to the face he tried to portray to the world.

"He cares about you. Even if he's a lot of show and bluster about it, he does care."