"Hey, I resent that. You were the one who told me how good your little girl was, and so far, I see nothin' that makes me think otherwise," Sawyer protests, though the frown on his face is a playful one for the most part. Something about the fact that he's interacting solely with women puts him at ease.

However ill-gained the skills, he knows how to speak more easily with them than his fellow men.

Cleo tucks her face briefly into Sawyer's coat, then wobbles back again, her hands groping around the fabric before an unintended tilt of her head has her staring at Clementine again.

"I really appreciate all the work you did to clean the place up. And the food smells great. You guys have got this place put together a lot better than I've managed at my apartment. Shall we sit? Coffee would be great."