Brandon shrugged his eyebrows at her. "I wouldn't knock it. You're getting free shit out of the deal." And just like that, he'd gotten out of admitting that maybe he did look specifically for her when he went out sometimes. "And half of them probably aren't just friend's with her," Brandon joked. That was another thing he appreciated about Maddie; she wasn't disillusioned by Alghren's change in demeanor since the whole thing with Zimmerman.
"Oh, good. You complimenting me would throw the whole deal we've got going on out of balance again and we can't have that." It was a joke, mostly because he didn't really care about whether it was a compliment or not. He didn't fish for them. "Besides, who doesn't like insulting kids every now and again."
Her merciful warning made him laugh. "Well, that's true. How awesomely nice of you to do that. Throwing li'l ol' me a bone." His accents were as bad as his singing, so she would probably get a good laugh at that.
Smiling a little wider when she laughed—she looked good when she was laughing, he couldn't help but notice—Brandon played off her question, turning his eyes to the ceiling and putting a thoughtful finger to his lips. This time he shouted, loudly enough for the whole cafeteria to hear him. "Penis!" he hollered, and acted like it had been nothing abnormal, reaching for his tray and filling it with food.