"She wouldn't beat up people she caught looking. I've got a boyfriend, remember?" He shrugged and went a little pink, standing back up after his rack. "Nope, Sable's dad is Irish and her mom's black. Not a drop of Swede in her."
He left the obvious joke alone.
When she berated his rack, he chuckled and looked at her beer. "I told you I suck at pool. Just accept that I am going to be no challenge whatsoever. And you're low. I'm gonna go snag another round after I take my shot." He actually managed to sink a solid, cheering for himself a little before wandering to the bar to get himself a drink.