"Right." Nod. "Okay."

"On a scale of one to ten, how much is it this going to be an obstacle to flirting?"

"… To you flirting with me?"

"Yeah."

"… Not a huge one? I'm not going to flip out or anything."

"I strive to better results than an absence of flipping out when I flirt."

"I wasn't sure what you meant by 'obstacle to flirting' and – was trying to provide truthful information in response."

"I meant to ask whether you are strictly heterosexual," he explains.

"… The answer to which is – nnnnno."

"Oh good then I shall continue."

"But I'm not sure if – the fact we'll be around kids all day might be a limitation."

"To flirting? It probably will," he admits.

"Other times, though."

"The kids must go to sleep sometime."

"They do, in fact. And sometimes we take it in turns supervising."

"Good to know, then," he says, smirking. "So, when do the kids arrive?"

Anthony checks his watch. "Should start in about an hour?"

"Oh good so I can keep flirting with you for that hour."

"Barring time when other people are around, presumably…"

"Are you bashful?"

Pause. "I honestly don't know how people would respond to you flirting with me?"

"In that I'm a boy, or in that I was a girl yesterday, or in that there's flirting at all going on?"

"First and second, I was thinking."

"Thing you should know about me: that kinda does the opposite of discouraging me."

"It could make it awkward if they decided to take it upon themselves to stop it, or punish one or both of us for it…?"