[ Blanc is used to weird, and she's grown attached to Soleil, quirks and all. And she's made quite a few exceptions for her bodyguard, though she's generally loath to admit it. ]

I'm glad my bodyguard is so truthful, but you're the first person to say that at every opportunity-

[ ... even so, she's quickly reaching her limit, with every compliment chipping away at her composure. Blanc lifts her head from Soleil's chest- her face is beet-red, and her expression is a fascinating attempt to scowl while trying not to look pleased. ]

A-And knock that off! Don't call me cute every other sentence! It's embarrassing, dammit!