*is absolutely heartened by this show of manly loyalty (semper fidelis, motherfuckers)* Knew I could count on you, man.
*sits up a little in her seat, re-crossing her ankles atop the table* *regards you with open admiration* You're telling me little Flower-Pete was playing you? You? Like, cat and mouse, only the mouse was flashing leg? *chortles* Fuck me, that's hilarious. Good on you.