"Yeah, yeah," he waved Max's finger away from him. "I know. You're the boss and you know everything and if I listened to you, then there wouldn't be pre-pubescent girls crawling at my feet." He'd heard it all before. He knew Max was right. But it was so hard to stop flirting. It was programmed in his very nature. Damn his father and his frequent women. It was all his fault.
At Max's next comment, Evan nodded. "Yeah, I almost forgot about that. I've gotten you into some trouble, huh? Why do you put up with me?" He smiled at his friend and took another sip of his coffee. "Well. I'm thinking Natalie is the right age. And she's all I've been thinking about lately. What about you? Got any lady friends I should know about?"