“I don’t need permission to kick you in the balls. — I can easily get you on the floor.
And wow, what a charmer. I bet you get all the girls when you speak to them like that.”
[ Nonetheless, she moves over towards the pancakes, playfully nudging him aside when she reaches him. She takes the plate; hops onto one of the bar stools at the island in the kitchen and grins at him. ]
”Thank you, though. Really.”
“You can and that’s why I thank god that you don’t just randomly beat the shit out of me –
Oh yes – I’m a real ladies man, Darce.“
{ Eyes trail over her figure as he sits; lower lip disappearing between this teeth, he shuffles forward and leans on his elbows against the granite table top, gauging her expression. }
"I’d say I’d make dinner, too – but we can never agree on anything.”