He smiled cockily at her rolled eyes. "Hey, not my problem if she's got a husband. And I'm not touching," he said, holding a hand up and distinctly not looking back at the woman. He didn't want to lead her on or anything.
Robbie let her twist away, shaking his head at her foul play comment. "You're right, it's not a fair fight," he said, giving her a teasing sideways look knowing his words would likely wind her up. "Girl, man..." He pointed between them and then trailed off purposefully as though his point was proven.
"Yes, smitten. How else are we still friends?" he asked. "But seriously, you've got it easier than a lot of other girls. Hell, girls and guys. You get away with the stuff you wear because you're hot." He nodded at her wise words, continuing, "At least you know the truth about some things." He pouted and looked off into the distance, striking a pose. "Should have been a model, really."
He tried not to be too concerned at her joy at him accepting the deal, and took off down the shop, heading towards the racks further back. "Let's try something with corsetry, huh?" he tossed over his shoulder with a devious smile.