Well, now he's the one who ain't being fair! She can't make the retort dancing on her tongue, or even allow an answering smirk. Gene's about as subtle as a kick between the legs, and a few of the men around the table are taking a second look. So, Kate answers the only way she can.

She laughs.

"I'm sure you will," she lilts, touching his arm. What looks like a joking nudge is really a subtle pinch to the fatty part of his arm, where it will hurt the most.

"Let's get that wheel spinnin', shall we? I'm enjoyin' this."