"Maybe I'm seeing how much I can get away with" he told her cheekily, "Less chance you'll hit me if I'm ill" John would flatter her more but he got the feeling as much as she joked if he overdid it she'd end up not believing him or slapping him. Neither prospect was good.
He almost whined as she moved away, "You were really comfy" he called after her.
He wrinkled his nose at the pills but swallowed them down as he was told. He patted the seat, that she had occupied before, looking hopeful.