Rick was pretty happy with that. He knew what he meant, and what he thought she meant. In fact, he was about as happy as he could ever remember being.
"With you? I never know. Probably not just any creep. It would take a real special sort of creep." He certainly wasn't just some creep off the street. If you ignored the part where when they met that's quite literally what he was. There had been a street, although the emphasis could probably have been put on the creep part. How they had gotten from that to this he would never figure out.