"Well, if you didn't, I could always just go take it next door or something..." Emerson replied teasingly. "I'm sure there's an old widow somewhere around here with just as bad a knee as I have." He smiled at her, silently appreciating the view without being overly skeezy or something about it. She was a gorgeous girl, but that didn't mean it wouldn't be weird if he started ogling her right off the bat.
"For you. You know, if you decide to let me in and not call the cops on me because you already forgot about our date," he went on, holding out the flowers to her. "In which case I'll have to hold on to them in hopes of winning over my cell mate."