I'll be the first to admit that I'm sort of terrible at reading different tones and cues from people, but I'm getting better at it with Bits. His tone towards the girl is positively icy, yet disguised by that sugary sweet way that Southern people tell you that you're dumb to your face. I'm confused for a moment, blinking over at the girl.

"Thanks, but I'm dating a figure skater. I think he's got it covered," I tell her with a smile, reaching out to rest my hand on Bits' shoulder. "You ready to go?"