"As long as I'm leaving an impression, eh?" He replied, somewhat absentmindedly, to what he assumed was a compliment by Roxy's standards.

"Psh, call it what you want," he then playfully retorted at her defensiveness about the definition of a term of endearment. "Not that it matters anyway, shadow."

He ended off with another wink, rather amused at the reaction, although a part of him wondered if he was starting to tread on dangerous ground with her. She had been apathetic for the most part, with even her occasional expression of irritation at him being fairly subtle. He had not expected such a strong reaction from her over the nickname thing, out of all the topics they have had exchanges about so far. Regardless, he had to admit that the sudden display of emotion was at least refreshing.

"Oh? Am I smarter now? You've got to make up your mind up on that one," he teased, remembering all her insinuations about him not being too bright back at the bunker. He then shrugged. "Ah well, it was worth a shot, but I'd probably run before fighting you for any reason. Doesn't matter what your chances of winning are, running is always the best defense. Anyway, you're probably tired from driving, so I can take the first shift while you nap once we pull over."