Yeah, he can...I think most people like us can smell it. We smell really bad to them, and they smell really bad to us.

{She turned her head, and smiled at him when he said he would love to come over for dinner. She leaned in to press a very soft kiss to his cheek.}

How about tomorrow night? I asked my mom, and she wants to meet you. {After a beat, she added.} Just about you, not what you are...