"I'm telling you Cher, that's how it happened. You don't believe me?" He asks with a cocky grin as he walks hand in hand with you down the street, with the other hand holding the leftovers from your date.

He grins as he watches you smile and his arm snakes around your waist and yanks you closer. "Come on Cher... Don't you trust me?" He grins and kisses your cheek repeatedly, down your jaw and to your neck. "So you're sayin' I take you out to dinner, yet you still don't think I speak the truth?"

He twirls you around to get you closer. "Et si je parlais français ? Me croirais-tu alors, mon amour ?" He asks with a big smirk as he kisses under your jaw again.