"Perfect and after you're done, I can ask him about the tests. If he survives that, he'll survive everything," she joked.
"Maybe I am, but I'm allowed to. You're my hot boyfriend." She raised her head, and grew pensive. "Really? I mean, not that it's not flattering and all, but really? Talking to guys leads to attempted murder? Isn't that a little too much? Especially from the guy that didn't do relationship?" She sighed. "I think you're freaking out, Marty, which is understandable, but you aren't that bad, and there is no reason for you to be jealous. None at all. I only love you."
Savannah laughed. "You are, and now I know what to buy you for your birthday: an even bigger mirror, full length. You can spend your free time with it." She got off from his lap and lie down next to Marty. She threw an arm around him and rested her cheek on his shoulder. "Of course I'll tell you. This concerns you as much as me." She smiled and kissed his chest. "You've told me now."