"Alright. If he needs another babysitter, let me know." Dan winces. "I didn't mean babysitter. That sounds condescending."

Just because the little guy's small doesn't mean he's a child.

"Get your mind out of the gutter." Dan grins and winks. There's no way he'd ever discuss anything explicit with Stacia. An oblique reference already skirts the line of what he's comfortable with, and now he retreats into plausible deniability. "I just didn't get into a fight, is all. Talked my way down."