Sloane was momentarily worried she was taking it a bit too far, the way he scowled like that, but he bounced back quick enough. "Oh, well then." She mused, humming it aloud with a little waggle of her eyebrows and a playful push. It was too easy to get a rise out of him every now and then.

Her next words came out a little bit like a sing-song as she  eyed him carefully. "Careful Cam, that's how you get in tro-ooo-uble." She met his quirk of an eyebrow with one of her own. Or so she was told. Honestly Sloane was the last one to ask about that. It was funny to hear her female friends go on about how handsome certain boys were and whether or not they could possibly fancy one of them. It was ridiculous really. Sloane had far better things to worry about.