Matt pouted in mock-fear and nodded. "Yeah, that's the truth. I'm deathly afraid of your bitch-slapping. Bitch." At least they weren't fighting in public again, there was that.
"What a pair, I'm hotter than Christian Bale and you're a certified hot-ass. Together we can rule the world..." He joked dramatically, aided by flailing hands.
Matt sighed. And they had to turn the conversation to him, didn't they? "Just one. I'm on vacation and I could use some rest." It might make him seem weak or that he was losing his mojo, but it wasn't that at all. He hadn't been putting himself out there like usual, and frankly, he didn't care. Plenty of time for that later.