"Why don't I show you how fun and creative doodling with a key over a new car is," I said with a sweet voice, leaning over. "I assure you it's dead funny."
His emerald eyes narrowed. "Since I'm in the mood for funny things tonight, it'll be my greatest pleasure to let you show me-only if you promise not to cover yourself while we're at it. My humor seems to get a boost when you're hands are dangling by your sides."
"How nice," I gave him a lady-like smile, full of corrosive syrupiness. "I'll go and change for the raucous graffiti, then." I leaned back.
"No changing either."
"Because..."
"Because I say so."
"Just like that."
"Yep, just like that."
I snorted. "I think you're forgetting to whom you're talking, Mr. Everyone-is-at-my-feet," I said while stepping down two slabs of wood.
