"Yeah. Talkin' like that. Big words and clever phrasin' and all the complimentin'. Don't really get any of that around here. Not from anyone like you, anyway." Not from a guy and not really anything like that at all. Women got the compliments, from people that were better at it than Bobby. He wasn't good at all that sweet-talkin'.

Or the sexy talk either, because now he thought about Michael locked in that bathroom and he was sure he blushed even harder. "You're one of a kind. I like that."