And so modest. Truly a perfect gentleman.

[This is so far over the line of 'outrageous hypocrisy' it's just pure audacity.]

Sure, let's go. But you know, if you were really in a hurry, they were a lot less likely to run out of brushes than oil.

[She starts walking, her four-legged pace surprisingly compatible with his two-legged one after all the time she's spent in Garden, and more specifically, hanging out with him.]