[ he laughs brightly, sets down his cup to lean back, chewing on that for a second. unlike her, there's no flush to his expression, not a hint of embarrassment over the subject, despite her candor. he easily tosses back: ] ... That they can. And gladly will again, when given the chance. [ he lifts his last bite to his mouth, because i guess he went to the cher horowitz school of flirtation, tossing her a wink as he finishes up, before reaching for his cup again. ]
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