Alfie was way past being virginal. He couldn't say he was as lucky (maybe?) or as effective as Toni had been back in the day in conquering women left and right without even breaking a sweat. But he'd had his fair share of experiences, and he was by no means a novice. "Well, if you stick around, maybe you'll find out." He winked at her and went over to pick out a glossy purple bowling ball. He stuck his fingers inside and tested it out for weight. In his hands, it actually felt as light as a tennis ball. He picked out one that was a little heavier, which turned out to be the heaviest one of the bunch there.
"Well, I'm usually a twelve for regular shoes and sandals. For tennis shoes and... apparently bowling shoes, I'm a thirteen." He twirled the ball around on his finger as if it was a basketball before thinking better of it and just bringing it over to the conveyor belt. His eyes narrowed and focused on the pins all the way at the end of the lane. This was probably not the best time to experiment with his powers, but he had to find out exactly how much force he had to put into (or hold back from) the swing. That wasn't going to be an easy task.