I do. Don't let it go to your head.

"Ah, Fleur, stop," Reno waved his hand at her, pretending to be flustered. In a rich boy manly way. "I might never live the lake incident down. Though Amalia did seem properly repentent afterwards."

As repentant as a bird could possibly be.

"I will confess, I am rather curious about these fireworks I've heard so much about," he continued. "Where do you suppose they fire them from?"