Dave snorted at the comment about his face. He wasn't accustomed to compliments like that. All he could hope for was that the red of his shirt would overpower the smell of his reddening face. "Uh huh, can't dent this gorgeous marble. Artfully carved by genetics for the viewing pleasure of the world at large," he decided to just run with it rather than deflect. Somehow he felt comfortable enough around Terezi that he didn't feel the need to be as defensive. "You'd have art historians on your ass, charging you for defacement of a masterpiece."

He got his hands ready again, watching the changes in her stance and expression. She was a natural at this, especially for a blind girl. This time when she hit, it was harder and less messy. "Much better," he told her, moving around to her side as quietly as possible to see how she'd be able to track him after he moved. "Again."