[He opened his mouth, then promptly closed it again. Clearing his throat a little, he looked down. It was easy to say he was special and unique and interesting when someone didn't know him, he was sure. But how many times had he been told that? He couldn't remember a single time. So really, it still meant something to him. He didn't usually receive compliments or anything similar to them.]

I appreciate that you think so. And, I guess by that logic, I appreciate that the Fox thinks so, too.

Maybe her cosmic car is having engine issues.

[It was a joke, mostly because he couldn't imagine the Fox needing any sort of transportation when she could likely do whatever she wanted. But he cracked a smile all the same, because if anyone in this place needed a mechanic, he'd come in handy.]