He rests a reassuring palm on her shoulder. Sort of reassuring. Palm. He rests a palm on her shoulder. "If you're gettin' all jittery from talking about it, we can totally change the subject, sugartitslips." Smoooooth.

Heartless? Before he can care to stop himself, he cuts her off at 'pony'. "Hah! That shit IS from some oldass video game. Some shit with Disney actually growin' a pair and makin' something kinda bad-ass. This fag from some backwater island gets warped into Disney movies and like, has to stop some asshole from doing something and anyway it all plays out like a Goth Metal song if you like replace all the death with 'losing your heart'."

"What kinda dragons...?"