Brennan had to grin at that, lips pulled into an amused expression mostly at how effortlessly the laugh had fallen from her lips of all people. She used to be the one who would do anything not to show such emotion, letting such happier feelings elude her simply by choice. And sometimes it still surprised him to figure that he could be apart of such factor that broke her open enough to see such light that she never liked to prove was there; hidden beneath such dark factions of herself that constantly took over. “I’d like to think I’m not. I mean, c’mon, Remi -- there’s a good couple of hundreds years you’ve yet to learn about me. Surely we’ve both got too much to catch up on. That is till you get sick of me,” the last words came out in a taunting tone, sporting an almost amused expression. He knew how Remi operated, or rather any immortal being could feel. Sometimes, such commitments felt inconsequential when you kept on living forever. Normally, in the beginning, Brennan likely would have sported an expression of surprise at her own brash nature, this time letting out a sigh in good spirits. “Oh, I’d love nothing more,” he retorted with a scoff. He no longer commented on how she could jump from hot to cold, the remembrance of how she had down all she could to instigate a fight with him always there, until one day it could hopefully fall to the wayside like all the other memories that would melt into a muddled pool of time. His thumb grazed the palm of her ever cold hand, giving a shrug as he offered an almost challenging look. “Mm, waffles. Love ‘em.” Of course not as serious an answer as one could ever give which is why he knew it might be all the more testing to that of Remi. But hey, she did bring up the topic of breakfast so she only had herself to blame.