a few feet of height is all it takes to vastly improve life quality

[that timing stops him just shy of saying something, and he promptly closes his mouth again to listen, even if he's promptly distracted by what she's saying. he's a little grateful that she's moved away to the window and that her attention seems to be on something beyond it, since his expression certainly isn't a very poised or graceful one.]

I don't see how anyone could. [the sentiment is genuine, but at the same time there's a certain sense of being right that he can't shake. Solomon especially, the golden child; there was something infinitely satisfying in knowing that he wasn't so perfect in Diva's eyes after all.

he raises a hand after that, absentmindedly brushing hair from his eyes.] ...I do apologise if it doesn't please you, but I can't do anything for it.