Would-be poet, a perverted mind, playing the world's biggest sap, fooling around like a child, loves to be quite the pain in the neck...
All the way too fake.
"Watcha lookin' at, kid?"
Never did Rita break the eye contact.
"I'm so going to find out whatever you are hiding, old man. And believe me, it's going to be painful for you."
Never did he lose his smirk.
She is dangerous. And that's what he loves about her.