[He thinks of her, and while it isn't the first time, it certainly won't be the last. Green eyes and red hair, a waifish and petite frame, and the power to conjure up just about anything imaginable.... A sense of humor and a strong heart.

And quite the awful temper.

Rex's smile widens, although there's something else mixed in alongside the mischievous twinkle in his eyes, a deadening weariness to contrast his otherwise youthful face, as if he's lived a life that has felt longer than it should. ]

I like pretty faces! High cheekbones, slim waists, and soft voices. I might not hear what you hear, but, aaah.

[Rex places a gloved hand over his own throat.]

I'm well aware that it sounds like some poor little froggy bastard's been stuck in here for years.

[That hand drops back down to the table, his fingers encircling around a napkin.]

Anyone I can wrap my arms around and, uh? Pretty much engulf. Though, that's not hard to do for me. But, if we're bein' really really real here? I can't do cutesy shit for too damn long.

[He raises the napkin, which is currently on fire, no matches to be seen.]

Oh! And it helps if they've got superpowers. Then instead of me worryin' about breakin' them apples-

[The flames are out suddenly and all at once, with a poof. Rex sprinkles the ashes to the floor, like the asshole he is. It can't be the worst cleaning job the employees of this tavern have had after a long night.]

I can get excited about the idea that they just might break me.