He pretended as if he hadn't heard her self-depreciation, eagerly scooping the flowers in his hand.

"I need a vase..." He muttered, throat rumbling deeply to pronounce it like 'vahz'. He rummaged all over Blake's side of the room on purpose knowing it wasn't there through his closet, giving the impression that the suit he wore was just one of many, finding no such vase there. The fish nearby in his huge, gaudy fish tank blanched in fear as he approached, cowering to the farthest corner of the tank until he passed.

Across Seth's dresser was a myriad of trinkets and decorations--a hand mirror, brushes and combs, and ah, yes... an empty vase.

"There." He carefully settled the flowers in, popping open a nearby water bottle to fill it with. It would unfortunately be the first and last time the blonde made this effort.

"They're lovely." He would certainly enjoy them for as long as they lived with his uncaring, very un-green thumb.