"Oh, I wouldn't exactly call it church talk or family friendly, now would you?" Far from a prude, Quaid wasn't the kind to ever show too much of himself at once, in public. Or he tried not to; not wanting to be enigmatic so much as not wanting people to have points to use against him. "And noted."

In this instance, he rather didn't mind that Nat had figured out how to push his buttons, as a it were, in regards to that blush creeping back over the bridge of his nose and helix of his ears. "You do seem to rather have a knack for it, don't you?" A beat. "I like that," Quaid states plainly.