Michael can't help the way he's smirking, only because this is his bread and butter when it comes to talking about it. "Hey, look," he says. "If you're not ready, then you tell him. Make something up, or say you're waiting until the tenth date, I don't know."

But if Caleb thinks he'll never be ready, then fuck...

"How do we work on that?" he asks. "With you?"