Greta shrugs bashfully in the face of Iman's amusement, though she can't help her smile widening a fair amount. It's rather flattering, such appreciation for a silly story bluntly told. Her smile turns into a sputter of surprise when Aqil speaks, though. This might be too much appreciation.
"I'm what?" she squawks with an undercurrent of laughter, pressing her hands over her burning cheeks. "'Metal'?" What utter nonsense.
And if this is the reaction she gets just for having lied to a Prince, how would Iman react to the rest of it? She turns to give Angus a preemptively quelling look in case he feels like sharing that bit of information, but he's looking distinctly embarrassed. "It all happened quickly," he allows with belated humility.
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"I'm what?" she squawks with an undercurrent of laughter, pressing her hands over her burning cheeks. "'Metal'?" What utter nonsense.
And if this is the reaction she gets just for having lied to a Prince, how would Iman react to the rest of it? She turns to give Angus a preemptively quelling look in case he feels like sharing that bit of information, but he's looking distinctly embarrassed. "It all happened quickly," he allows with belated humility.