It'll be me

Carson keeps his eyes on Frankie, even as he receives Misty’s elbow and chiding. After Frankie’s comment, Carson’s one eyebrow quirks, showing a look of arrogant amusement. “If I’m left wanting, maybe I did ask for too much. But if I agree to Misty being pretty, that will be nothing new, so it won’t impress her, which leaves me back at square one, now doesn’t it. I think I can be more creative than that.”

He gives Misty a sly sidelong glance before looking back at Frankie. “Not that I need to impress her. I think I’ve done a fair job thus far, and if I do say so myself, it’s been an adventure worth having.”

Pausing for just a moment, a cocky grin toys with the corner of his mouth. “And if anyone does the killing around here, it’ll be me for any guy who interferes with what we got going.”