[Like they don't already talk at least twice a week. If not more. Nida just lying there in bed, pretending to get sleeply, his bedroom lights out so Billy can't look out his window and see that Nida is still totally there with his lights on. And he listens, curled up under his blanket. Sometimes just lays there and lets Billy think he's fallen asleep so he feels like the story is doing it's job. Part of why he goes with audio only those times.]

Yeah, the dancing is, like, four to five years of education and practice. And you were so much better than I was. And can do more sorts of dancing. So let's not say that's a super power since yours then would be even more super.

Mostly, though, I'm ready to figure out this Anakin thing. How he becomes the bad guy.

[Pink? Really? That's a really good color on him. And it's nice and high in those same cheekbones. Really enhances it.]

How? Billy, I was literally a trained spy. Part of that is getting people to like you to give you information. Not kidding, I had an entire half a class dedicated to the art of compliments and verbal provocation to get what you want. I was trained to make people smile.

[Of course his own look gets a bit darker. He told Billy about not getting to make his own choices before coming here, not really. This... he guess it sorta underlines it. In a way. And he looks away from the video, sighing.]

That isn't to say they aren't wonderful. The best compliments come from the truth.