[More like nineteen, but you'd never know it by looking at him. He's got the sort of face that would get him carded everywhere until he's thirty; he's probably lucky to get sixteen. Don't tell him that, though.

He grimaces.]

Fuck no, that'd be even weirder. [He likes her just fine calling him out on his bullshit. Suddenly whipping out some nurturing nonsense would just be annoying.] Just, I'm not some little kid, all right? I don't need you following me around patting me on the shoulder or shit like that.