[Of course Hank’s gotta end up playing this weird game with an absolute firecracker who has the gall to call him “Old Timer.”

Hank, admittedly, gawks for a second.]

You know what? [He thinks about lying, but no: honesty all the way here.] Haven’t touched a girl’s ass in half a decade.

[And somehow he manages to look into her eyes as he says:]

Experienced? Sure. Out of practice? Definitely. So I guess I can smack your ass, or...

[Hank shrugs. Feigns a sad, frowning expression. Lips pursed.]