"Actually, if I didn't come home till morning, he'd be overjoyed. He'd've assumed I spent the night with my date. I'd hear a whole lot of congratulations, mazel tov, blah blah, you're a man now, Michael." He slips into a thick accent to imitate his father's voice, and then laughs, shaking his head and switching back to his own voice. "He'd think I was finally doing what he's been telling me to do all along, and meet someone nice. So yeah, I'd tell him I had a good date. And I wouldn't tell him who it was with. No reason for him to know, anyway, since he's so nosy."

That's a pretty roundabout way of noting that he's noticed the hint of suggestiveness, and that he appreciates it. No, he doesn't care for his father's overprotective nature, but he's been used to it just about his whole life, and it's not going to change any time soon.

Maybe it's bold of him to be flirting so much, too, as clumsily as it's been, but why the hell not, right? He's already had a pie thrown at him. The night can only get better from here.