[Yeager continues to be aggressively himself, and it's...strangely nice, honestly. How long has Dorothy longed for something like this? Longed for someone to take some time with her like this, to share silly stories, to lift her spirits a bit...

It's nicer than Dorothy could have expected, and strangely, it gets her gaze to avert.]

Hmph. You still left me alone there. [...] But maybe I can forgive you just a bit for having excellent tastes and an escape plan already prepared. You certainly had it all figured out before I could even figure out the labyrinth's layout, blasted thing...

[Dorothy sighs, a little exaggerated, as she finishes her sixth cup and...attempts to start pouring herself a seventh. It's a little wobbly of a pour, admittedly.]

You're excellent company, after all. I find I don't mind it.