"He's a bat?" Fred's eyebrow arched and he looked a little more seriously at her shirt (which looked a lot like leering at her breasts, but who could really tell with Fred?). "He doesn't look anything like a bat."
But then she asked a question that mattered, and he watched her fidget with the things on the counter a little longer before he pushed himself up to sit on it, legs hanging down onto her side. "Depends, I guess."