How's that not supposed to make him squirm? Keep sayin' things like that when he's got his head in your lap, Carol, and you'll make him think you like him.

He makes a face at her, a mock-scowl to cover his embarrassment, shifting to stretch out a bit more. He never knows how much of the joke is a joke, never quite knows what reaction she wants from him, but under the circumstances he thinks he gets a little leeway in questionably joking right back.

"Ain't you had enough of that today?" he drawls right back, raising an eyebrow and managing to sound suitably haughty, though decidedly teasing. After all that she doesn't get to flirt with impunity, okay.