"Thank you, ma'am."

Emily makes a dramatic gagging motion.

Giggle. "I'm innocent!"

"I didn't say a word."

"You implied!"

"You implied."

"I didn't even say what I was innocent of!"

"It was implicit!"

"I meant I was innocent of whatever you were implying."

"I don't think you are."

"Well we'll never know, since it's all implicit."

"...This was intended as banter, am I going too far?"

"What? No, not at all, banter away."

"Just checking. I don't actually know you that well yet and establishing boundaries is important in platonic relationships too."

"Yeah. Don't worry, though, I'm hard to offend."

"Okay good. Anyway: not innocent."

He giggles. "Do you have evidence of this assertion?"

"I mean, yes, all you're not innocent of is flirting with my sister, it's not like my reaction to your absence of innocence was more dramatic than rolling my eyes."

"But see, I am too innocent of flirting with your sister... today."

"I literally saw you."

"No, see, she flirted with me, I merely thanked her for the compliment."

"You were batting your eyelashes."

He giggles.

"Flirting: not obligatorily verbal."

"Okay, okay, you got me, I admit defeat."