[Torn between slamming his head against the wall and rolling his eyes, Therion ultimately opts for the latter. He still doesn't understand how such an egghead can be so thick sometimes. However, he's not keen on making any jokes at his own expense about femininity (even though he wouldn't hesitate if it were someone else) or admit to being a little flattered in that fluster, so he just lets it go. If Cyrus really wants to learn what the problem is, he'll ask.
He sighs.] Me neither.
[Still glaring a bit, he gives Cyrus a once-over.] So, who're you supposed to be?
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He sighs.] Me neither.
[Still glaring a bit, he gives Cyrus a once-over.] So, who're you supposed to be?