I love your story, but darn it all if I wasn't frustrated when Mayson interrupted.
This part was absolutely great:
“No, I’m not going to excuse you. Answer the question.” He folds his arms across his chest, causing all kinds of ripples... um, through his chest. I sigh inwardly. Who am I trying to kid? Myself? Those ripples ran straight through *me* causing um... *ripples* of my own.
Rippling ripples.... I love it!
