Snake didn't have many feelings about being thought highly of by a young boy. Then again, Snake never really had taken to such considerations about himself. Back where he came from, everyone knew him. He'd become a figure of the anti-establishment. Not by choice, but by principle. He had refused to conform to the changes in American society. He was the proverbial thorn in the side of most politicians and their street-governing police underlings.
But he was right. The world had gone in the wrong direction. And despite his crude and callous disposition (which gave him the appearance of not caring,) he was doing what he thought necessary to put the world back on the track to the right direction.
"Yes, ma'am."
He finished off the beer with a long swig and set the bottle back on the bar counter with an empty clank. Then he straightened his posture and started for the entrance into the bowling alley.
He hoped she didn't get around to lecturing him on good role modeling behavior either. Because he wouldn't listen. No matter how cute she was.