"He definitely wasn't your style," Baby agreed, like they were picking a hat. Things had obviously changed, but Baby was glad the two of them could come to a consensus on certain things. He snorted, crossing his arms and leaning back in the chair, getting a little more comfortable.

"I don't have a preference, sweet cheeks. Use whatever pronouns you want. Makes sense, I guess, if you think about it. Muscle car with a stick shift? Dean."