Alicia rolled her eyes as he flirted with the saleswoman. She rolled her eyes again when it actually worked. "You really want me to answer that," she asked deadpan, a moment sneaking by before she started to grin. "Probably that girl's husband for starters."
As he held her around the waist she tried to twist out of it, crying foul play. It was harder to dodge when held back. "Everyone needs more sweatpants. Everyone." She nearly snorted at this next comment. Brushing his arm playfully as she batted her eyelashes. "Aw, are you smitten with me? You think I'm sexy? Don't worry, you'll always be the pretty one," she said, lifting up to kiss his cheek before ducking off.
Alicia was nearly bouncing when he said deal. Visions of cartoon pajama pants and tartan swam through her eyes. He might actually try to make her look presentable (ha!), but she was going to have fun with this. "Right then, what's your first form of torture?"