"Damn right I am", Kyle agreed, and really, Jen should have known better than to try and shame him with praise. It just wouldn't work. Period. Sure he was not as cocky as he used to be when he first started out-tragedies have a way of bringing a person down-but he was still completely sure of himself. And still without shame.
When Jen said she didn't know how much the pizza was, he kind of eyed her. As far as he knew she still didn't have a job, so there was no way he was going to let her treat. Unless of course she plowed ahead to the door, in which case he was not really in the mood for a physical altercation.
To Guy, he grinned. Fact indeed. As the two spoke of whiskey, he took out his wallet and removed a few bills in preparation for the delivery guy. He had just folded the money and grabbed his beer again when Guy hit him with that question. In front of her.
Deciding that now was as good a time as any to take a long pull from his beer, he gave a shrug. After swallowing he just leaned back in his seat, as if it was nothing, answering as nonchalantly as he possibly could.