"Pfft. Please. You can't be a day over forty." He was positive she was quite a bit younger than that, but if she was going to keep playing at being older than he could go in on it. He somehow doubted she'd take all that well to being called old.
He flipped his ponytail out from under his jacket and tsked. "Don't be jealous. Your hair is nearly there. If you tell me I'll tell you." He, of course, added a wink into that and grinned when he noticed that his picture had winked at her at the same time.
"I'm not a poem kinda person. And please, please for all that is holy, don't make me vomit. Just trying to imagine him as being sexy makes me a little more then nauseous." He faked nearly gagging.