"Don't worry, you'll be kicking yourself for not taking me seriously soon enough!"

Andrew rolled his eyes. "So, are we doing this or what, you eyesore? If you're not up for it, I'm out. Got bigger fish to fry!"

The grin on Carl's face slowly disappeared, and his eyes squinted in warning, "Listen, kid, don't get too cocky! I'm usually a chill guy! You can diss my healing hands or say I can't throw a punch to save my life!

"However, if there's one thing off-limits, it's dissing my looks! I'm telling you, I'm as dashing as Henry Cavill himself! Your snide remarks? They cut deep, man."

Andrew could not help but laugh, giving Mosby's ace another once-over.

"You're comparing yourself to Henry Cavill?" Andrew quizzed him.

Carl arched an eyebrow, "You don't agree?"

Andrew shook his head, "Dude, saying you look like Napoleon Bonaparte is giving you way too much credit. I'm about to drop a truth bomb, and it ain't gonna be music to your ears!

"If I were your dad, I would've shoved you r