Nice Try, Ash.

"Do you think I'm stupid, Ash?" Katrina asked, crossing her arms under her breasts. "I can see the grin on your face. You're up to something."

"Yeah, I'm up to putting some goddamn salt on my pizza." Ash's grin faded and his eyes narrowed into a glare.

"You're not fooling me. You're probably going to try and do something stupid, like pick up your glass." Katrina said. She smiled to herself when she saw the dejected look on Ash's face. She had nailed it for sure.

"Ah, whatever." Ash sighed, brushing it off. "Like it would have worked anyway."

"Come on now." Katrina clapped her hands together. "Don't go emo on me, Ash. We're supposed to be having fun this week, remember?"

"Like what? A rousing game of push the cripple?"

"You're hardly crippled, Ash. Now open up. Here comes more pizza." Katrina picked up a slice, folded it, and brought it over to Ash's mouth. She smirked a bit as an iudea came to mind, but Ash quickly caught her grin.

"Kat, if you say 'open up the hanger, here come the plane', I swear to God you will be wearing that pizza." He warned her. Katrina just giggled. That was how her mom always got her to eat food when she was just a baby, and Ash knew it.

"Awww, but it would be so cute!" She gushed sarcastically.

"Know what else is cute? A full set of teeth." Ash said. "You are dangerously close to becoming un-cute."

"Oh, so you're saying I'm cute now?" Katrina stuck her tongue out. "Why, Ash! I didn't know you felt that way about me."

"Well, what can I say, Kat? I'm a sucker for a nice rack." Ash shot back. Katrina felt her heart skip a beat. She **** herself to calm down. It seemed like whenever he complemented her, whether it was sarcastic or not, it made her breath catch in her throat.

"Kat? Kat! Hello? Anyone home?"

"Huh?" Katrina asked, before she caught herself. "Uhh...sorry."

"Jesus, your flighty today. So what...you go off in space when I comment on your body?"

"No, I..."

"What if I said you had killer curves or a tight, firm ass or...?"

"Okay, Cassanova." Katrina interrupted him before her face went red. "Cool your jets and finish supper." She shoved a pizza slice in his mouth and Ash grunted before chewing it up and swallowing. The rest of supper went uneventfully, but Ash's mood lightened as the evening wore on. By the time the pizza was gone, he was laughing and smiling.

"So what should we do now?" Katrina asked.

"I dunno." Ash shrugged.

"Well, you're my patient, so you decide what we do." Katrina gave him a warm, but taunting smile.

"Haha. Fine then, Nurse Wiseass. I choose we..."