Clint's eyebrows raise slowly during the back and forth. Trying to keep his mouth shut. Has she figured it out yet? Because it's sounding like she's figured it out, if she is assuming that he borrows Phil's things. To go out.

Time to be a tease. "What do you think, Phillip? Do these pants make my ass look fat?"

"Your ass looks amazing so long as you get properly tailored trousers. I wish my husband had ever had a backside half as nice as yours."

Okay, so he's got a match in the little old woman, noted. "It's never too late to start getting into an exercise regimen to give him the firmest glutes to bounce quarters off of."

"And give myself more work having to alter all of his pants?"

"But think of the satisfying sound of giving it a firm smack."

She smooths down the vest and rebuttons the jacket closed. "Are you the devil on my shoulder, young man? Don't tempt me to smack yours instead."

"Well, you've already pinched it; might as well take another little step. Unless your partner in crime here wants to give it a go instead."