"I don't need keeping in line," he insisted, sticking his tongue out at her in an absolutely perfect show of maturity.

"And I know she thinks I'm ... sexy." He shifted in his chair a little at the word and took a bite of his baked potato to get the taste of it out of his mouth. Ew. Human bodily stuff. "We talked about it, and she knows it's got about as much chance of happening as Jason winning Jeopardy."