[ He barks out a startled laugh, looking at her with a renewed amusement. Since they’ve known one another, Faraday has hardly seen more than a vague suggestion of a smile from her, has been at the wrong end of more than his fair share of withering glances, has hardly heard a word from her that didn’t have at least the tiniest bit to do with their plans for the town or the upcoming battle.

So it would seem Faraday has spotted an entirely new facet to this woman, in much the same way she's seen a new one to him. His, with a touch of gravity; hers, with a sense of humor – who knew?

And maybe today is a day of firsts, because as new as this is, Faraday does not find it unwelcome. ]

Trust me, Mrs. Cullen. [ A touch of emphasis on the title, a wry sort of tilt to his smile. ] I know all too well the colorful things any number of folks could call me, which is all the more reason to do away with these shows of civility, don’cha think?

[ He turns slightly toward her, mirroring her posture with his arms akimbo. ]

And as amusin’ as it’d be to hear those sorts’a’ words fall from your lips, Faraday suits me just fine.