"She's my girlfriend," he replies, wishing the term was better at encompassing the depth of his feelings. "She means everything to me." She's worth every flower in the Greenhouse.

...okay, maybe not the ones in that room in the back. He'll avoid those, too. But otherwise he seems fairly comfortable, looking over the choices with a practiced eye.

"Yeah, this place is crawling with humans, isn't it?" He can't entirely keep the disdain out of his voice, but at least he sounds more amused than anything. "Your... uh, friend. Is he human? Or is he like you?"