He shook his head, trying to fathom how she could be quite as evil as that. "You are not getting me in a kilt. Maxxie, maybe, but not me." There was nothing with what he wore. It wasn't his fault he looked like he just jumped out of a thrift store bargain bin, screaming surprise, at that.
Chris put his joint in his mouth, inhaled, exhaled and watched the smoke rise as she went through her inner turmoil. It wasn't like he had any idea. This was all a giant game to him. No parents, no school, he didn't have to worry about anything. Except maybe getting the pants raped off him, but no one wanted to rape the poor kid. He nodded, in spite of the situation. "Well yeah, right? All that sexual tension and whatever can't be good for you." He tilted his head as if in thought. "Oh and pills! Pills and shagging."