Mike probably wasn't expecting the chuckle and the warm smile in response to the last one.

"Mike, I know. I understand. I was the protege to one of the world's greatest detectives. Wes had to flirt sometimes. And when it wasn't him, my aunt Dian would go in and do it."

He took another bite of his breakfast and washed it down with watermelon juice.

"Heck, do you know how many times I got to play 'lost kid' to distract some guard? It's all a part of doing the job."

He leaned back in his seat, clearly comfortable discussing this kind of thing.

"If you can stand me occasionally going bare as a baby mid battle, I can deal with the fact that you have to work cases."