[He takes a sip from the cocoa after blowing at it again, thinking about that before he smiles apologetically at her.]

Sorry, Ange. I don't think I really care if you're the S-type or whatever type. Whatever type I can imagine, if it's you being so I like it just as much as the next one. Guess I'm too biased into liking you however you are.

[Yup, she hit him hard, though it doesn't surprise him, he had that suspicion since a while. How or when it happened, that he ended being so head over heels for her, he's not sure, but he's not complaining. At least now that she's his girlfriend he can admit it openly without getting nervous, because what boyfriend doesn't love his girlfriend?]

Nah, I'm the one in luck with that. It makes you even more perfect. And probably I would have still ended as I am whatever your hair color was, it's not as if I'm actively thinking about that part of your body the whole time. That would be your eyes.

[N ow he's mostly pondering out-loud to himself, don't mind him .]