Oh, she had wraps. Clearly, he was dealing with a pro here. Chris chuckled and watched as she bent down to get them. He would humor her then, why not. It wasn't like he had anything better to do, not yet. Chris wanted someone to really fight with, he felt like kicking and beating the shit out of someone, but he could use a good laugh. Maybe followed by some nice wrestling on the floor.
And they were pink. Of course. He wouldn't be surprised if there were little flowers or unicorns on her gloves. Why women felt the need o try and intrude on men's domains was beyond him, what happened to cooking, scrapbooking and raising children? "If you say so, Spunky." He sauntered closer, watching her intently. This would be really interesting.