Cooper should know better than to let himself be taken in by a smooth talker. Let's face it. Most men interested in a scrawny seventeen year old dressed in motorcycle leathers and construction boots were looking for nothing good. He raised a skeptical eyebrow and looked Gaspard up and down. Nope. He will remain immune to the Frenchman...for now, at least.

"I'll take the drink. Not so sure 'bout the company. You look like the kind of man my mother warned me about." Indeed, Mam Cooper was probably rolling in her grave right now with what Cooper was even thinking about.