"I will, actually, I got a lunch date." Of sorts, anyway. "I'm telling you, try the KFC some time. You won't regret that."

He swirled around on one foot, walking backwards a few steps so he could still keep up with Jonathan. "If you want me to listen to you, daddy-o, you've really gotta get a firmer hand. I'm a brat, can't you tell?"

He winked at him, because he might as well, then he blew him a kiss, turned, and walked off, hands in his pocket.