“Better than yours.” She cast him a mischievous smile. She shrugged as Holden continued. “Aww, does someone have a secret crush?”
	She sighed when Holden answered her offer of help with a ‘No,’ but he gained her full attention as he continued.
	“Uh, okay?” she drawled at his request to explain himself. She eyed him uncertainly, interrupting his comment about having friends with a chortle through her nose. “Join the club.”
	When he paused, Izzy blinked at him in surprise. “You… what?”
	She stared at him, trying to get some sort of read on his expression and tone as he continued, wondering where he was going with this. Her brows rose when he began his list of possible requests. It was almost scary how he could joke with such a straight face, blending humor with the humorless.
	“What?” Her eyes widened slightly at his ‘pervert’ joke. “No, it…” She exhaled and glared at him with exaggerated irritation when she realized he was messing with her. She elbowed his lightly. “You’re a jerk, you know that?” But she could not prevent her lips from pulling upward. 
	“You [i]really[/i] don’t owe me anything, Holden.” She shifted on the bench to fully face him. “I didn't help you to get something out of it. I did it because you needed help. There's nothing like the satisfaction of saving a five-pound damsel in distress.” She smirked, then eyed him for a short moment, again searching his features for any hint of his thoughts, only to find none. “But… tell you what. If it’ll make you feel better, I’ll think on it. I mean, this kind of power over someone isn’t exactly something to be taken lightly.” She tried, but failed at keeping a straight face of her own. “Mowing my lawn shirtless. That’s some pretty heavy control, there!”