[Coming over, he saw that smile and he shot one back, a little anticipation starting to lick along his mind. The comment shot after had him detouring from where he'd been angling towards the passenger side to come over to the driver's.

He stopped there, looking at Bob and gave him a slow smile. His hand lifted to brush under the rasping edge of his jaw.]

I don't get pressured into doing things I don't want to do, Bob. I'm far too old for that. My home, then we'll see if you're up for it. Which is to say, I'm not one to put you on the hot seat if you're not up for it.