Curling his upper lip in an expression of disgust, Alexander snorted unattractively and sat down on one of the plastic chairs that was onstage, straddling it backwards and folding his arms atop the back of it. His lanky frame spread out around the tiny chair, and he lowered his chin to his arms, glaring at her. "Why are you always such a big stick in the mud?" He retorted like an irascible teenager.

He did "surly" very well, although the amusement in his eyes could not be hidden. Sitting up some, he leaned his cheek on his knuckles and made a hideous face at Rhia. "Blehh. Where did you put it, anyway?" He didn't give her a chance to answer the first question, changing tack quickly to throw her off-balance and hopefully mess up her next question.

Alexander could be sneaky when he wanted to. Part of improv was to throw curveballs, although it was better to help the other person onstage rather than treat it like it was a competition. But, really, was there any harm in being playful? He liked the way her eyes sparked when confronted. It made him grin (internally, at least) to be the one making her hackles raise a l little.

Really, she was fun to tease. It was such a fascinating change from the shy, stammering, and constantly apologizing Rhianwen, into this fearless, bold young woman. Secretly, he hoped that he could bring this out from her more often and perhaps make the young woman as outgoing in the rest of the world as she was onstage. He remembered being like her, years back, and it struck a tender chord in his heart.