Damn it-- ( scott goes 'pffft', his head ducking towards his chin and his shoulders shaking with mirth. ) Damn it! Ah, I can't even get mad at you for that! I walked right into it. ( he laughs again, and now he's turning to lie on his back, spread eagle as he stares at the ceiling and listens to tony do anything. ) I walked right into it.

I'm going to not delve into impure things right now, not when I'm trying to think of the sweetness of you in my kitchen making me day-late Father's Day pancakes. ( he pauses, taking in a deep breath. ) ... in an apron.

Nope. No, I'm not going to think of anything more than the fact that you're romantic when you want to be and I love it. Stop that.