[ Honestly, IV actually expects Roy to start spouting bullshit, and he's completely ready to snap and argue - it's what he does best, his father could surely attest to that and insult him in the worst way, all in the same breath. But instead, Roy says that and IV looks up, looking him straight in the eye (he realizes they're the exact same height and it puts all sorts of... interesting ideas in his head, but they're better ignored for now).

And as if complying to some kind of order, IV smirks. He's thrown off enough that it's easy to forget what he'd been pissed off about, and he idly wonders just how long he'll be here with this Roy, because unlike his fans back home, he's pretty sure he could stand being in this guy's general vicinity on a regular basis. ]

So what is it, you're saying I'm pretty then?

[ IV huffs out a laugh and leans in closer, keeping that cocky grin right on his face. It's a total 180 of his mood, but he figures that's what Roy was aiming for anyway and... well. IV's pretty glad about it too. No one's been able to really 'handle' him before, not without pissing him off even more. Appealing to his ego, though... Feed the lion what it wants, and it can purr like a housecat. ]

Just don't ask me for an autograph or you're just asking to be ignored.