[ And he does, in fact, cast her an incredulous look. ]

I can’t tell if that’s a sex joke or not.

[ Because he can perform well, but all bets are off when it comes to passing off as a yuppie.

Apparently he’s mostly had his fill of breakfast, having worked his way through eggs and sausage and picking at everything else available – the fruits and oatmeal and yogurt – and now he’s just picking at a croissant.

He tears off a piece and pops it into his mouth. Around the mouthful, ]

But, I mean, I guess I could screw the competition, if you really wanted me to.