G chuckled, but made no commitments. Not that he wouldn't do it if it came right down to it. It was just more fun to tweak Sam about it. He smirked. "I'll find them out eventually. It's what I do."
Nodding, he went into the kitchen to toss his cold tea in the sink, pouring a new mug-full and getting Sam's water while the tea steeped a moment. carrying them both back to the living room, he handed Sam the water and sat back down, tea in hand. "She could be smart," he corrected. "But, she doesn't even want to try learning anything not connected to cheerleading. These trades, lessons for training, are the only way I've found to get her to agree to anything -- and she still insists she doesn't see the point. But, she'll do it to get what she wants."
Laughing, G drank his tea in silence for a moment. "But, you're my partner? Who better to share such fascinating Savannah moments with as when she asks to have the phrase 'eat her' explained?" Had he been undercover, G probably could have held back the chuckles. But, he wasn't and he didn't. He also prayed she never asked him a question like that again. "What are we going to do? Lock her up? Let her live by herself? Bring her here? We can't protect her from this. She won't let us and she won't listen to us if we tell her she's going to get hurt. In fact, she's contrary enough she might just do it to prove she can be hurt and we can't protect her."