"It's a lot easier to follow than American football," she admitted, shrugging at her honesty. She twisted in her seat to observe him, cheek resting on her hand propped up by the back of the chair. He was a ton of bravado in a gallon sized bag, she'd give him that. A bit of a back handed compliment, she considered him for a few moments before smiling at him like a cat did a mouse. "Oh you have no idea, hot shot."