Danny laughed and slapped his own thigh at her comment, shaking his head and spilling some of his beer. "Oh, man, you got me there. You sure do. Still wearing a shirt, ha. Yeah. Because taking it off is sooo much worse than wiping grease all over it. You know if you had done the same you would not have to stain treat yours later."
He looked at her, seemed to think about it a moment, and just shrugged. "Well, if worst came to worst we could always use the pool that is already here. I'm fairly certain I have some rope as well for the endeavor. There's no good way I could ever explain that to a young witness though, so we would have to do it maybe a little later than we normally would. And in the mean time I could assail you with Kung Fu movies until we were certain to be uninterrupted."
Danny stretched, finished his cup, and poured himself some more.