[ Dash hums thoughtfully, like he's thinking over what Sungmin said and determining if he agrees. ] Then you're cutest, [ he says after a second, tone mildly triumphant.

He feels pretty at ease with this back-and-forth. There is something intimate about it, whether it's a serious conversation or simple teasing. It doesn't feel like there are a lot of barriers between them, at least not to Dash. And he finds that sort of interaction comforting, because it's his instinct to be unguarded with people. It can be painful if that inclination ends with misplaced faith in someone who doesn't mind hurting him. ]

Ten years! [ He blinks a few times. ] Is that long, for you? [ Dash has no way of knowing off the top of his head, to be honest, how long a siren might live or what have you. ]

I haven't picked up any new hobbies in a long time, [ he offers, by way of answering Sungmin's question. It's not a direct answer, but it covers... several subjects. Baking is presumably among them, given that's what they were discussing seconds ago. ] And as for the cowboy hat, I consider that a challenge! I'll have to razzle dazzle you with my skills!

[ A beat. ] Okay, a secret. I said I had a title, right? [ He makes a little crown with his hands and puts it on his head. ] It's that kind of title. [ Meaning a royal one. ]