I get steadily redder as the sentence progresses. It's a nice list to have made about you, and I have to take a moment, because the idea of intimidating someone -- whilst not wearing a full face mask, mind -- is sort of alien, let alone Valkyrie, because let's face it there's a list to be assembled there, too.

"Jeez, Cain, talk a girl up, why don't you," I say, absently pushing my hair back with one hand and looking away and then back again when I think the blush situation is a tad more under control. "I'd put 'not' and 'enough' around most of those items, personally. I don't think I succeed at any of that as much as I should, so, I shouldn't be intimidating anyone." I pause, then shoot her a mischievous smile. "I mean, I'll take gorgeous, though, I don't know that I have a use for that I'm failing at."