“Most not all. And it’s called acting for a reason. I enjoy being a smartass instead of giving into your flirting and consider going to bed with you,” She said while rolling her eyes. She took a few steps back over to the couch. “I live alone and that is my kitten. She is lovable and loves to cuddle. Please don’t squish her.” She bent over to pick her up and turned to look at Dexter. “Do you want a glass? And make yourself at home.”
"It's only a matter of time until you give into my advances. I'm not worried. It always happens sooner or later." Dex winked playfully at the girl and glanced down at the kitten, sticking his tongue out at it. "It looks possessed. I don't like it, but I won't squish her. I'm not a monster. And I don't need a glass, but I'd like a blanket. I'm cold."
