I wiggle my eyebrows. 'Sorry, Evan, I can't make out with you while the dog is aligning himself with a magnetic field.

You can't flirt with me during a lockdown. My eyes narrow. It's unethical.

Then I flipped my hair across his face and said, "Do you like my hair, baby? It's Winterfresh, like a mountain spring.

Tenacity runs thick in the veins of a villain.