"I agree. I sorta like cock too," he replied with a grin as he reached for his drink and took a long sip.
He put the glass down and let out a sigh, though still smiling. "Fail is such a harsh...harsh word, Teagan. You really know how to cut to the quick," he said as he looked over to her. "You know this would be easier if Oliver were here. I'm a writer! An artist! I must have my muse!" he said in an over dramatic tone, gesturing with his hands as he spoke.
Of course, he would not be able to just let her call him a fail and not do something about it. He closed his eyes, centered his mind and thought about Oliver. "He's not like any man I've ever met," he said after a moment, opening his eyes again. "He's the jock type and I normally hated that type. I never thought I could have a meaningful deep conversation with that type. He's not like other jocks I knew though. He blows that stereotype out of the water. He's funny, he's a smart ass but in a very sexy way. He has this smirk he does sometimes that just makes me melt. He makes me want to do things that are just not like me. He makes me see more. He makes me think outside of my comfort zone. He's a good man and he damn well deserves better then me."