Rolling her eyes, she said, “If they were gonna dislike you it would’ve happened already, yeah? It’s not like I don’t talk about you. Besides, what would they dislike? You’re cute, clean, polite, intelligent … “
He blushed, looking a little too pleased at the praise as he smiled over at her. “What if I decide to kiss you at the dinner table? Would they get mad?”
“Maybe if you ravish me with your kisses at the dinner table,” she pointed out. “That’s a bit … but not if you just kiss me. Why would they get mad? God, Isaac, it’s like you look for ways that people would be angry at you!”