"Yeah, you'd demolish them real good." Scott winks at Jen whilst picturing her fighting with the other divas. "Excuse me!? Are you trying to say that I smell worse than a newborn baby who has no control over his bodily functions whatsoever? I'm deeply, deeply offended Jennifer Shaniqua Armstrong." Scott then looks deeply disappointed in himself when Jen speaks about all the risks that come with smoking, especially cancer which is something that has already affected him. "I'll stop, I promise. If it's going to destroy my looks then I'm staying well clear of it." He laughs a little then raises an eyebrow. "Yoga? Isn't that when you start lifting your legs above your head and stuff? Looks more painful than stress relieving."

"To be honest, you do look like a Shaniqua. I get a real ghetto vibe from you. No idea what your parents were thinking when they called you Jennifer. You look more like a Shaniqua or a.....Consuela." He laughs and shakes his head when Jen apologises and looks upset. It wasn't something he was ashamed of as it was out of his control plus he had the cancer dealt with so it's all in the past. "What are you sorry for? It's all been and gone, don't worry." Scott smirks and holds out his pinky. "Pinky promise." When Jen speaks about how flexible she is, he grin and sits back in his chair. "I bet you can get into all sorts of positions." He winks.

Scott chuckles. "You know fine well I'll be in charge of naming everything in this relationship. Our first two children are going to be called Copy and Paste and that's final." He laughs again and scratches behind his ear as he listens to Jen. "Don't worry about it. Look, if you want to talk about anything just come out and say it. I'm not going to be offended.....unless you diss my culinary skills." Scott leans in and kisses Jen as she grabs on to his pinky. "Well I'm cute, don't know about you though." He kisses again and lightly laughs. "Stop being such a tease."