His lips twitched against the corner of his mouth at the mere suggestion of being the one getting taught, rather than the one doing the teaching. This girl--his girl--was definitely trouble, in more ways than one.

"Can you teach a dog to bark or a lion to roar?" He shot back, still walking slowly towards you, not wanting to close the distance too quickly, despite the fact they both knew what this would lead to.

“oh cmon Ben, just let me teach you how to cook”