"Really!" Steven exclaimed with a devilish grin. "And here I thought I didn't have a snowball's chance in hell with you." He was only kidding. A little. He wouldn't force his advances on her, but until she told him in no uncertain terms to lay off, he certainly would not stop flirting. He was really every bit as bad as he had been at 18.
Rather than press his luck, he announced cheerfully, "I don't really follow a set schedule. It's really a process. Sometimes a few bars come to me, sometimes a few lines..." Laughingly, he added, "I'm completely disorganized."