He snickered, “A walking hotshot, eh? Don't mind the sound of that.”
+ But sadly, pleasantries only lasted so far with him. She should know him well enough by now that, give it a minute and hunger will take over, which resulted in him shoveling dinner into his gob like it was going out of fashion.
He tried being gentlemanly about it, even if it was for ten seconds.
That earned her a raised brow from the redhead. “You could,” he agreed, smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “It's not very long though. Guess you’ll just have to settle for keepin’ an eye on me instead, eh?”
Hah, imagine that, her keeping watch on him, how the tables have turned. +