"Farmers choice. Perks of working for a florist in a small town," He winks, feeling himself finally start to relax again. There were some habits that never died, no matter how life got you down and he couldn't help but want to push a little when Roman denied him any information.

He'll lean forward, raise a brow and hit him with those eyes of his that he had forgot he was supposed to be hiding. They were a favorite feature, and again, some habits died hard. "Couldn't? Not even for me? That's too bad..."