"So he's your knight in washed out jeans, huh. Or khakis, whatever." The corner of his mouth twitched into a rueful half smile at that. Honestly even he was surprised at the control he had over the need to add skeptical bullshit, or at least some chick flick comments. Then again she could kick his ass if she saw fit so self preservation at it's finest. Not to mention the promise of that drinking contest kept him as polite as possible. Fuck, fine, if he admitted it VERY briefly, their thing was kind of...cute, from the sound of it, and the soft eyed look on her face, the fondness. He wouldn't go as far as to say a better romance than a certain shitty novel yet.

Badou managed an impressed whistle, then a chuckle. "God damn, you two crazy kids set the bar fer datin' etiquette. Wine an dine? No fuckin way, that's fer squares. Though 'm sure you two were more or less competin' in other ways..." Was it wrong to leer at a married mother of two's choice in date night confessions? Hell no. 'sides they weren't /his/ parents so it probably wasn't all grody like it was for their kids, right?