"Stank? What stank? I didn't smell any stank. You know what the old saying is. He who smelt it dealt it, so there you go. Must be you, Troub." That awkward stage had been hell. A curly for that went to high heavens and an Adam's apple that went on for miles. He was glad that genetics had finally decided to be kind to him and give hi. A break after a few years in that awkward body.
"These muscles surpass my ego, so you don't have to worry about it," he said laughing. He was proud of the body he'd been able to cultivate. He'd had enough struggles in his life that he couldn't control, so the things that he could he liked to have control over. It made him feel like his life was ilhosnown. He'd never felt that growing up.
"Well," he said reaching into yet another pocket and slowly pulling out the small artifact, "what would you give me if I did say I got you something?" The coin from Ancient Rome he'd picked up for her was special. They had put it on a small chain so that the buyer could wear it as a necklace. He held it tightly in his palm so that she couldn't get it. Obviously she would have to work for it.