Do you have a boner?

You look at his slowly tenting pants. "Do you have a boner?" you begin, but before you can finish the sentence as you stare at his bulge, the Scout is up from his bed, screaming bloody **** and jumping from rooftop to rooftop, escaping at the speed of sound.

There's no use in chasing him. You'll never catch up. Might as well pack up and go home.