“Leo Fitz, you are trying to have me on.” She shook a finger at him. “I know perfectly well you aren’t allowed on the ranges around here without earplugs. Come on, give. The truth.” The shaking finger curled into a ‘gimme’ gesture.
His eyes glazed over. “I’ve—I’ve got my own range. For personal testing. And since I can’t carry a gun, I get the field agents to do it and they… pin me down and hold me next to it and fire away?”
Summer completely broke up, leaning against the wall and laughing herself breathless. “You are the /worst/ liar. Look, can I call you Leo?”