Oh, God, who would he kill for that kind of complexion? So many people. She looked like she should be a CoverGirl or something. Or, ooh, off America's Next Top Model. Jealousy was nigh, in events like this, and he really could not help himself. It was totally that competition between the Iranian, the Muslim, and the gayness in him that was keeping him from meeting his full skin potential.

At any rate. Jealousy. Yes. Didn't stop him from shooting a grin right back, just as welcoming. What? She was adorable. He was totally allowed to fangirl her, momentarily. "Sorting?" He raised his eyebrows. "I thought it was some kind of weirdo survey? No? Never mind. Sasan, at your service."