James spluttered another laugh into his stupid Mickey Mouse glass.

"--I--I don't know, actually, I guess I'd just have to try my best."

This seemed like flirting.

Mr. Dynamite was always a vaguely touchy-feely kind of guy, but this. This was.

Well.

James reached, blindly, for the bottle again.

His ears were getting hot.

The next words left his mouth before he could even consider how they might sound.

"The cockroaches I used to deal with were huge, so..."