Disclaimer: I don't own Dark Angel or any of its characters. Though I do wish I owned Jensen...

A/N: This is just a short drabble I thought of. Virtual cookies to everyone who can figure out what Alec is referring to. And for those reading Rogue, an update should be coming sometime later today.

Max shuffled some papers on her desk, took out a pen, and then started writing a list of everything Terminal City was running short on. A moment later, she heard the door open and someone plop down on the seat in front of her. She raised her eyebrows at him.

"What do you want, Alec? I'm kinda busy."

"Can I ask you a question?" He leaned forward eagerly.

She shrugged. "Shoot."

"Which colour do you like better, hazel or blue?"

She stared at him blankly. "What?"

He repeated the question and she waved her hand impatiently. "I heard you the first time. What type of dumbass question is that?"

"I'm just wondering."

Max rolled her eyes. "Fine. Hazel."

He grinned impishly. Her answer seemed to have pleased him in some way. "Why?"

"Did you knock your head or something?" She sighed, and thought about it, seeing that he wasn't going to leave her alone without getting an answer. "I don't know. Hazel's a mix of colours: green and brown. It's interesting. Blue's just... blue. Nothing special about it."

Alec's grin grew wider. "Thanks Maxie."

He got up and left her office, a light spring to his step. Max shook her head.

She was never going to understand that man.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this! Feedback is much appreciated.