Selina pours in cream and sugar before even attempting to take a sip of the stuff. She stirs idly while she's thinking, the metal making a soft clink against the side of the mug.

"He does and he doesn't. I think, at least," Selina says, still not entirely comfortable. "He's very emotional but also very controlled - most of the time." Her expression changes and she bites her bottom lips for a moment before whatever memory grabbed her passes.

"Some more than others. Some of them I never got along with." And that's an understatement if there ever was one.