She finally looks up and catches that smile. For once, his face doesn't make her want to hit him or push him over, and while she's half convinced that he's going to say something that's going to make her want to leave, she's glad when he doesn't.

"Don't call me that." A pause, and then she sighs. "I mean - I should probably get used to hearing it, I guess. But Cinder's fine." She looks down at their entwined hands, frowning. There's a moment of hesitation, before she speaks again. "Why, though?" Is she stuck with him, she means.