''You're not washed up and old,'' Archer responded to the woman, which shocked her, but he continued talking. ''Some of my wives are older than you, so it doesn't bother me.''
Bel looked at him with glowing green eyes before shaking her head and speaking with a beaming smile, ''You're unique, Archer. I've not met many men who prefer older women apart from my papa.''
As they continued their walk toward Harlem, Archer took in the surroundings and felt a sense of nostalgia. The animated street scenes and lively atmosphere reminded him of the movies he had watched as a child.
While strolling, a column of police cars flew toward Central Park, causing Bel to comment, ''I wonder if someone reported the murder. You weren't exactly discreet, handsome.''
Archer chuckled when hearing this before replying, ''It doesn't matter. I have friends in high places that can clean any mess up.''
