Really. [Hmmmmmmmyeaaaaaaahno. Harding slants her eyes, but it's disbelieving. And not because of the height thing, because he admits it straight away - she's trying to imagine how Gavin would go about attempting to ruffle Korrin's hair. Does she want to know how? Does she want to ask?] Do I ask how, or is that going to lead to another one of these? [These being the cards, nodding towards them on the table.

And - she'd fallen for it. Only slightly, but that was slightly too much.]

Maybe we should add something about flattery to weasel your way out of trouble. [Except she's smirking, so she doesn't mean it.]