Sabine may not have been as confident nor fluid of a storyteller as Colors, but he was laughing with her all the same. Her obvious embarrassment caused him to have to take a drink just to force himself to stifle his laughter. Once more, he pointed to her, this time with a grin. "See, I knew you could have some fun if you wanted. You're not nearly as boring as you try to make yourself." 

Despite his response, it was uncertain whether or not Colors actually bought Sabine's story. His comment could have referred to her story, or the mere fact that she was willing to tell a story at all. Regardless, after a brief moment to collect himself, Colors reached to the table and grabbed the pastry, broke off a piece for himself, and ate it in one bite. However, he said nothing more about it as he placed it back on the table. 

"You could pass for an Argonian with how red you are right now." Colors continued. "Anyways, it would not surprise me to hear that you get plenty of attention from men. You're not quite as untouchable as the Champion herself, but you're still powerful, important, and yes, beautiful. You're like...a princess. If princesses could single-handedly win battles with battle-hardened hunters. If I had your position; well, I daresay I'd be irresistible with all my charm and dashing good looks." He said confidently.