He gets to say I told you so

Disclaimer: Hate to tell you this, but I don't own GG. Never have, never will.

"You look like a hooker in that shirt. I like it though."

Chuck informs her. It's a slightly see-through light blue blouse with a navy bra underneath. He feels like it's his duty as a boyfriend to warn her.

"You would know." She retorts. Blair squints and looks down at her chest.

"It's fine." She tells him.

"If you were working at a strip joint."

"I was a guest once." She reminds him.

"A burlesque club." She waves her hand in dismissal.

"Anyway, I don't look like a hooker."

He shrugs. He loves saying 'I told you so.'

They're walking to the restaurant because it's his limo driver's day off and it's pretty close. He decides to walk a tiny bit behind her (he's got a point to prove).

It's not long before a guy taps her on the shoulder, hands her a hundred and asks her back to his place. She rips the bill in two and tells him his place is probably a rabbithole so she's going to refuse.

The guy slinks off, defeated and Chuck moves to Blair's side, a smirk plastered to his face.

"I told you so." He says smarmily and she eyes him, irritated.

"Isn't it like your duty to go beat him up?" She demands. Chuck shrugs.

"You know I've taken an oath against fighting Asian guys."

Blair raises an eyebrow and looks at him pointedly.

"The guy was Italian." She says pointedly.

"Asian and Italian guys then, all guys really."

He tells her. She scoffs at him and he turns to her.

"Don't worry, I think that transsexual's heading your way."