Seriously? That? [ So she's playing along with that little joke, is she? ] Pens and paper, unless you mean to write it out on some poor fool's shirt.

[ As amusing as that would be...

He leans away, reaching towards the hotel drawer and opening it. It takes a second or two, but he finds the pen. Then he's back, making a point to shift how he's been sitting as he returns and flop back against her.

Then he'll offer the pen. ]

And don't bother. Even if you are younger, I would start claiming otherwise after a certain point.