Wallace immediately regretted his word choice when he saw her reactions to it. She had suddenly become bashful, nervous, and full of excuses. He was trying his hardest to lighten the mood with a joke or something, but he messed up pretty badly, judging by the outcome. When  she turned away, he hit the side of his head a few times with his palm, nervous now, too, and a little angry with himself. He [i]really[/i] didn't want to mess this up. Partly because he was bound to her through a contract, and partly because he wanted to actually be able to talk to someone new.

He tried to think of something, [i]anything[/i] else to say to her, but he just couldn't seem to make anything come out. Lucky for him, she started asking questions. Lots of questions. Wow, they were coming fast. He stood there, a deer-in-headlights look plastered on his face. He wasn't particularly a good person to interview. Not that he was [i]bad[/i] at it, he just didn't really think he was all that interesting. But, he tried to answer to the best of his abilities.

"Ah! Um, Aries! Cats! Spa--no, Ravioli!"

He fired out his answers in quick succession, and now found himself standing in the middle of the room stiffly, a dumb smile on his face. He stepped forwards after a small moment and sat down in the chair across the table from her, looking over at her as he folded his arms in front of himself.

"Did I pass the test?" he asked, his dumb smile changing to a more genuine one.