Fox chuckled. "Keep blushing and I'm gonna have to tell you that you're even prettier that way, which would just start a vicious cycle of you blushing and me complimenting you," he teased, though she really was super pretty when her cheeks flushed pink.
Fox liked women, and one who denied him became a challenge that he had to meet. Well, with the exception of Frankie and that was because of that damned promise. There were times that he could happily kick himself for making that agreement, but it was done. Paying more attention to the conversation he gave a slight shudder. "No thanks. I'm quite happy not being at a church."
He hadn't bothered to gel his hair before leaving, knowing that the helmet would crush any spikes he made while creating its own messy look. So his hair, while messily spiked at the moment, was also super soft and gel-free. "I could probably dye it one day if you wanted to see."