Jockblock? Wait, had he managed to say something that actually deserved that? Not knowing if he wanted to actually know that answer to that question, Rico glossed over it completely. Easy enough to do; he just gave one particularly unwelcome stare from the sidelines a dazzling smile. He wished he had ‘fuck you’ written on his teeth -- but that wouldn’t be attractive. Might amuse both Lily and Charlotte, though. “So...” His eyebrows raised in what might’ve been a childish curiosity. “Why’re we still here? ‘Cause I’d lower my shoulders? But the tux is tailored and it don’t give enough.” His mother had seen to that. Whole damn thing was practically slouch-proof.
“Anything from knees to toes is playing dirty,” he pointed out with amusement. “I’m too tall to reach that low fast enough.” Nnnnot strictly true, since he wasn’t exactly human, but that wasn’t the point. He could somehow easily see Lily launching an assault on his shoulder, though. She might’ve been significantly shorter than him but he didn’t think her someone to be struck off for that reason. It just made certain mental images funnier. “That just makes her devious.” There was far too much laughter in his face in not obviously in his tone for him to mean that in a bad way. “Sure, why not. It’d be--” Funny. “--interesting. So long as she keeps her silver away. No biting with silver dentures.” That really would be unsportsmanlike.