The compliment comes as a surprise, one I don't bother hiding from my face -- the look I give him easily qualifies as mild shock, my eyes rounding almost comically. I'm tempted to tell him flattery won't get him anywhere, but ultimately choose not to say anything about it. Prompted by his last comment, I lift a hand to gesture towards my chest, as if conceding to his point.
"Wasn't the first time I've gotten in over my head," I say, returning my attention to the opposite wall. "With or without my... Point is, it probably won't be my last, though I'm sure my body would appreciate not having to go up against that suit of yours again anytime soon -- Mark Negative Three or not, that thing still hurts, jeez."
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"Wasn't the first time I've gotten in over my head," I say, returning my attention to the opposite wall. "With or without my... Point is, it probably won't be my last, though I'm sure my body would appreciate not having to go up against that suit of yours again anytime soon -- Mark Negative Three or not, that thing still hurts, jeez."