"Well you sound like you know what you're talking about." Ira says, and there's much more admiration in it than sarcasm, for once. He shoves at her arm with his fingertips, not rough, just playfully affectionate. It's still the best way he has to show his appreciation without having to sound mushy as hell.

That done, he sits upright in his chair, leaning in, a perfect student for her, his most accomplished teacher.

"Hit me, I'm ready, how trashy are we talking?"