Griffith was surprised.  After a brief moment, less than a second of logical thought, he knew that there was no way the shy Scout was propositioning him.  It was, beyond a shadow of a doubt, as innocent as an offer of cuddling could possibly be.  [i]That doesn’t mean I can’t have any fun.[/i]  A grin of mischief spread across his face.  “My, my, aren’t we forward this evening.”  His tone was playful, though his voice was not so loud as to draw attention.  “I would be delighted to have your company, whatever your intentions.”

Taking up one of the fish, Griffith looked around at everyone assembled around the fire.  [i]Cassandra really knows her music.[/i]  His ears perked up at Ryan’s question.  “Meh.  He’s a teacher.  Probably not the best in the world, but he could be a whole hell of a lot worse.”