[He is pathetically weak-kneed over the smirking, so congrats on having a flirting style that's absolutely devastating to your boyfriend regardless.]
Ah, well. [Giving him another blatant once-over with a small smile, thumbs brushing along the line of his hips absently.] I'm adaptable. Guess I'll have to get used to flirty grunting.
[...] At least I can look at you now without feeling like I'm going blind from all the squinting. [♥♥♥]