A smirk and a head shake isn't going to stop Tommy.

"Hey, I'm a fireman," he says, lowering his shades. "Fireworks get too hot, I can always put 'em out."

And then she's got that irresistibly challenging look again, the one that he inevitably finds himself giving in to. Again.

"Sure, why not." How bad can a canter be?

"But -- can we stop for a bit first? I need to get the feeling back in my feet. And my legs. Come to think of it, I can't feel my ass either..."