"All right, all right lady who doth protest too much; you have no certain type," he conceded with his hands gesturing in a slow-down sort of motion.
Michael could certainly be the flirty bloke and when rounded with Megan, it seemed nearly unstoppable. They were the sort of friends who always did such and never furthered it out of long-standing principles.
Michael laughed, "So I'm everyone's type, yeah? I'll have to use that as a reasoning the next time a woman tries to reject me."