I don't know. [He leans in again, brushing the tip of his nose against hers.] You tell me.

[It's banter that's deliberately playful instead of littered with traces of negativity, his eyes brighter than normal as he pulls back to look at her properly again.

His eyebrows lift briefly in mild amusement at her attempt to talk about something without actually talking about it, and Richie is all too happy to be ridiculously blunt in return.]

I'm not going to bitch about blue balls, if that's what you mean. Do I look like that kind of guy to you?