"I'll have you know that I'm very popular with the cougars," Emerson informed her as he stepped in, smiling brightly. "So you better strike while the iron's hot lest Gertrude gets to me first."
"Not a problem. Pretty flowers for a pretty lady." The witch winced at that one apologetically. "Sorry about that. That was about the corniest thing I could've said probably." He narrowed his eyes suspiciously at that last comment, however. "What movie?"