[Tucker blinked once, twice, then rolled his eyes and tried to walk back into the mess.]

Dude, what? Are we in high school or something? Do I like her. Shit.

[Which wasn’t a no. It was a way of talking around it without landing on the actual answer but one could drive a truck through the lines he was leaving wide. ]

She’s a princess and she’s hot. [And she listened to me. She talked to me when I needed her to, and just-- ] What else are you supposed to do? You've got to impress chicks of this caliber so they're less likely to let you get killed by their bodyguards.