An unbearable smug look came over his usually impassive face. "Uh-huh. You just keep telling youself that. You looove me. " I took a swing at him, but he jumped back nimbly, and all I did was jar my left arm, making it hurt. He laughed at me, then pointed at the woods ouside the window. "Pick a tree. I'll go carve our initials in it.