In his mind, he was giving the celebratory double fists in the air, screaming out that he was the Master Commander. He had finally won a fight with Lalonde that didn't end in a stalemate. Dave started out as the underdog, a flustered mess due to her flirtatious attitude, and was now the one forcing her to show off her panties.

That mindset was retained as they talked about the relic, looking up to her with a blank stare as she asked about mundane apps.

"I've been here for two days. I already have pesterchum on here but no one else has the app. Not even annoying trolls."

Things were going smooth until he realized she hadn't commented in any way. No blush, no fidget, no stutter. She didn't even budge. That got him tense to the point that he took a step back and raised an eyebrow at her, letting her know that he had a feeling of what was to coming.

This insufferable woman.

"Shut the hell up!"

Blushing madly now, he quickly turned around to look at some books he didn't even really care about. He may have even turned around too fast and let that skirt fly up way higher than he ever intended. That was lost news in his mind, though, because she was talking about MMO-related shit for once and even happened to turn that into something remotely dirty.

"I've done a thing or two, but I've been burning up a lot of time looking for you. You know how to make a guy really regret making executive decisions like that."

He winced extra hard when Freud was finally included. If he could just hit her with this staff and knock that word out of her vocabulary...