Instinctively, a smile of evident contentment bedecked the posh cosmopolitan's comely features as Aaron's hand clamped his own. "I have been told that I could sell salt to a slug", a quiet laugh escaping his dapper frame following an exaggerated josh about his commended silver tongue. "Ah si, I remember", an expression of genuine fondness overtaking his visage, his mind romanticizing with the past memory. Relinquishing his hold over Aaron's hand, Santiago issued a mild nod prior to casting a quick wink of ocular dynamism, "That would be a treat wouldn't it? A giant strawberry. Make a pool of chocolate with it and you have something to keep your lady happy for weeks", he jested. "Any woman in your life, mano?", Santiago inquired, pouring himself another glass of Blue Label scotch whisky, hardly allowing himself to be distracted from the amicable conversation by the Source Particle files atop his desk.
"What? No, no no." Aaron replied bluntly in order to keep Santi's question about the contents of his personal life down and out.
He shoved his shivering hands into the pockets of his jeans, falling backwards into the chair without any caution in the sudden motion at all. His face hinted at a slight blushed color considering all the memories of the girls Santi tried to hook him up with started to trickle down into his conscious thought process.