One day, Anna will come to realize that being crass is just in his blood. He puts the ass in crass. But he's too busy getting distracted by the way she licks the chocolate off her fingers to even really comment. She's practically jailbait and he knows that, but there's something weirdly attractive about it.

Get ahold of yourself, dumbass.

When she pipes up with that last bit, he just lets out a low laugh. "No," he says. "Believe me. If I drank right now, it'd end badly for both of us." He knows himself well enough to know exactly where that would end up.