"Oh god, not you too." She laughs, gently reaching up to tug at one of his curls. The flirtation was infectiousness. It helped she might be a little more open than she was just a few weeks ago. "Maybe we'll get you eight." She smirks and leans back. "Not everyone can be lovely as I, I'm glad you're not putting everyone up to such high standards. Are you gonna caaall any of them?"