Aventurine just barely stops himself from rolling his eyes. Harmless, sure, but far from trustworthy. He plasters a smile back on.

"So you don't know either...great. What would steal two people like us..." he muses. The dig at his former status honestly affects him less than all the irritating "honey" nicknames she seems taken with. "I've got pieces of it with me, but I'm happy to have outlived my use," he says, eyes narrowing slightly, "on my own terms. The button just...wasn't my style. I'm sure you understand."