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Iris: How much do you work out to look like that?
Walker: Enough.
Iris: Not an answer.
Walker: A lot. My friend and I train together. It's like a dick measuring contest. We're always competing to see who's stronger and bigger.
Iris: Bigger?
Walker: Not that.
Iris: Never?
Walker: No, we've never whipped it out, started stroking, then grabbed the measuring tape.
Iris: Your friend who was at the shop? Dean?
Walker: Yeah. How'd you know? Never mind. It's obvious from three seconds in his presence. He's not the most grown up.
Iris: But a good friend?
Walker: Yeah.
Iris: Who may or may not be more well-endowed.
Walker: Iris, that hurts.
Iris: I don't believe you.
Walker: Okay. It doesn't hurt. I'm not exactly lacking.
Iris: I don't think you're supposed to brag about that.
Walker: You've already tested the equipment. You know how it functions.
Iris: You're different than anyone I know.
Walker: You too.
Iris: Really? How?
Walker: I can't explain it. You know what you want. But then you don't. But you know you want to know.
That's actually really accurate.
Iris: It's the barking comment, isn't it?
Walker: Yeah. Or maybe I just like smart chicks with edgy haircuts and fantastic tits.
I swallow hard.
Walker: I'm still thinking about them in my hands.
Iris: And?
Walker: Uh-uh. You're not gonna tempt me to unzip.
Iris: You sure?
