The image of her doing any of that was super amusing since Nancy knew that would never be her. Before the demon mess, the chances were a lot higher considering going to church and looking like a sweet child, but that was long gone now. “If I went to those places, I’d never get to see those bad boys that get my heart racing,” she sighed all dreamy like as if this was really was going on in her head. “Well, you’re not wrong on how I’ve never been one who cares about what the world thinks about me. Though that’s very true and I’d be sad about that.” Nancy was serious on that since Scott had become a friend and she’d be sad if she didn’t have him around.
Nancy rolled her eyes at his comment with a smirk before shrugging her shoulders all innocent like. “It’s the accent I can get people to do whatever I want and corrupt them. I used my accent to turn you into a tequila person.” She knew that was far from the truth; however, that didn’t mean she couldn’t give him a hard time since he encouraged it a bit.
She eyed him for a moment at his comment on a love song, shaking her head. “Please do I look like the love song type? Plus you could do the serenading and I usually don’t do love songs until I get a dinner first.” Nancy laughed before leaning back slightly in the seat. “And anyways you could do a lot better than getting a love song from me.” She teased, tilting her head slightly to the side to look at him.