Liam takes a step back, and Marty can't even pretend to look hurt. It feels a bit like every party they attended before the roller rink — the closer Marty gets, the harder Liam tries to duck him. It only makes his grin widen and pull up at the corners. "Now, why would I tell you that? Who do you have?" He keeps stepping closer, slowly and casually. "How am I going to sweep you off your feet if you keep retreating?"