He rolled his eyes and tilted his head at the window even as he winced from her grip on his arm. Grumbling thoughts passed through his mind of how she was always trying to one up him, not like he meant to always swipe marks from her. His wince turned into faltering panic as she asked him about their first date. Dates were not his thing. Computer screens and stealing stuff was his thing, he wasn't even very smooth in social situations, though sometimes he liked to day dream that he was.

His panicked mind flickered through memories like they were computer files trying to recall something that could act as a lie based in truth. After all the best lies were based in truth. Than he smiled landing on one. "Do you remember the day that one of our mutual friend got both of us tickets to the museum across town. They were putting a diamond on display that practically competed with the Hope diamond in beauty?" In reality, Bobby had accidentally set them both up on the same mark, he'd had to much to drink or something. "He hadn't known that we were going to go at the exact same time, and when our eyes met there in front of the display it was as if fireworks went off. You really don't remember?" He pushed her shoulder playfully to continue the act for the cops. Of course, it hadn't been fireworks of affection, but it was all fairly true. They'd both been casing the museum at the time.