Luke struggled mightily to refrain from laughing at the look on Shaggy's face, and only managed to withhold his amusement by remembering the suit's presence. 'Stay cool, man; they still think you're an average civvie, so let's not disillusion 'em too much,' he thought. He shifted a little, cradling the girl's head and shoulders in his lap, and looked over at the two men.<br/><br/>"Dating? Well, nah, not yet. But, I<em>am </em>an optimist," he said with a wink and a grin. Luke realized the suit was talking to Shaggy, but he just couldn't pass up a chance to mess with the poor guy a little. His response was priceless, and he drank it in over the edge of his shades. Just to drive the nail in a little deeper, Luke absently reached down and stroked a lock of shop girl's hair out of her face.<br/><br/>Luke's enjoyment of loverboy's expression was a little short-lived, however, as he noticed Frosty's presence. He seemed to suck the heat out of the surrounding air, and radiated a sense of ''don't-fuck-with-me-ocity''. He would have loved to stand up and pick a fight with the snowman right then and there, but the circumstances demanded he uphold his current 'concerned citizen' persona a little longer. Besides, shop girl was beginning to stir a little, and he was<em>very </em>comfortable...