"You sure about that?" He had a point, but Deb wasn't one to relent that easily. "Could always wait until Trav's watching her and come back for you," she practically hissed when he got closer. Continuing to glare at him for a full beat when he stepped away, just to be sure he wasn't playing a new angle.
"Pretty face doesn't do you any good if nobody ever sees it." His claim of having charm was met with an eye roll. It might be true for other women, but that didn't mean she had to or planned to acknowledge it. She wouldn't even give him credit for being able to charm her out of kicking his ass half the time. This time she threw just a little harder, but luckily all that was in grabbing distance had been a marker.
Not the first time she'd gotten that look upon someone learning the dogs name, didn't make her like it any less just because no one seemed to appreciate the source material. She didn't over explanation though, if he really wanted to know about it he'd ask.
Deb shook her head, blatantly unimpressed with his claims and his attempt. "Because it'd been rude not to," she agreed, even if that hardly changed her previous accusation. "Anybody who says that clearly has something to hide." She didn't know what he could be hiding right now, but something suspicious was happening. The look she gave him could clearly be interpreted as I've got my eye on you.
"Yeah? Good luck with that plan." Said smirk was met with a grin that held hints of being mocking. "What makes you think Jere'd get rid of them for you?" Laughing as an idea occurred to her, "Bet he'd make them a cup of tea and listen to them cry over what a bastard you are. Probably make you apologize when you showed back up." She was finding this idea entirely too hilarious, but he should be used to that. "I'm looking for that line of women to send this way ow, it's going to be hilarious."