[ The only word his keen eyes pick up on -- which is turning into more of a curse than a boon, mentally lecturing his fourteen-year-old self for waking up one day with a bug up his ass to learn to read lips -- is "teenager", which is about as funny contextless as he's sure it was with the whole sentence. His mind goes where it's wont to almost immediately, given their close proximity and the position, and his head shakes as he suppresses a little grin. ]
Here I am, trying to be nice and a gentleman... [ There's no attempt on his part to remain free of the leg lock, glancing down in distant interest as she nabs his ankle.
It'll feel for all purposes like trying to move a concrete pillar. ]
So that's a "yes" on me breaking your leg, sweetheart?
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Here I am, trying to be nice and a gentleman... [ There's no attempt on his part to remain free of the leg lock, glancing down in distant interest as she nabs his ankle.
It'll feel for all purposes like trying to move a concrete pillar. ]
So that's a "yes" on me breaking your leg, sweetheart?