“I live with four cats, Stanley, you’re hardly any of those things. I like company.” She shook a finger. “Be careful with that flattery, though, I might think you’re up to something.”
“But I’m just telling you the truth, Summer. You’re beautiful, has perfect eyes and a dazzling smile. What? Don’t you know how to deal with compliments?”
“Not compliments on my looks! People who tell me how pretty or beautiful or whatever /always/ want something.”