"Passionate and big-hearted?" Eiffel echoes wryly.

And he certainly looks a lot less tense about the whole situation; he's even lowered his 'weapon', and starts tying his hair up again. "Just 'cos you're not going around screaming from the rooftops like the boys' locker room line-up are, doesn't mean you're not feeling it, Aunt Sam. Just means the rest of us aren't prepared when it's your turn to start on a nice gourmet foot."