He rolls his eyes a little, hating to admit that she's right... of course, with her sitting on his lap in not much but an apron - he'd admit damn near anything true or not.
"When do you want to go?" He might be a little eager, but he can't help it. Every time she's near him all he can think about is getting more.
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"When do you want to go?" He might be a little eager, but he can't help it. Every time she's near him all he can think about is getting more.