Alan blinked, then snorted, allowing himself to be pulled into the house. "No. I wasn't...shut up!"

The last came with a smile and a huff as he kicked the door shut behind him...and yeah, he might have stared just a little.

Or a lot.

"Anyway, you're one to talk." he pointed out with a smirk, tugging back on her hand to make her stop moving forward, allowing him to advance and lean over to talk quietly in her ear. "That's a new pair of jeans, right?"

Moving around her, he turned to walk backwards, miming shooting her with a gun while mouthing the word busted.