“You knew that after about one conversation with me,” he smirked. He never made any secret of the fact that he was quite possibly the laziest human being alive. Usually people either lectured him for it or dealt with it. “¡Muy bien! ¡Muy bien! Yo te recordaré en mi discurso de aceptación, lo prometo. Por favor no me hagas daño!” He paused, looking at her and smirking. “Unless this ‘don’t forget me’ BS is just a ploy to get yourself a slice of my epic riches and meet famous people. If that’s the case, you and me need to have a talk, friend.”
He laughed a little bit. “I could totally go Rocky Horror and show up in a gold speedo…show the world exactly how scrawny I really am,” he looked down at himself, shaking his head no. “Probably not wise, though, because everyone in the world would be blinded by how white I am,” he corrected. He chuckled again and put up the ‘Scout’s Honor’ symbol. “When I’m wearing jeans with fewer holes, you’ll get my full on begging apology. Promise.”
“Attagirl,” he smirked and pointed at her when she mentioned getting everyone hot and bothered. “Use those Latina charms to your advantage.” He paused for a second, giving an experimental, slightly exaggerated roll of the R. Chuckling when he realized how ridiculous he probably sounded doing it for no reason, he shrugged a shoulder.