“You know, I can sort of control it now," I tell him, beaming. "I can moderate my strength levels."
"Good for you. I'll buy you a balloon the minute the world stops shitting on itself."
"Thank you," I say, pleased. "You're a good teacher."
"I'm good at everything," he points out.
"Humble, too"
"And really good-looking."
I choke on a laugh.”