“Either get out of bed or else take your clothes off," he said. "I'm not in the mood to compromise.”
“That's it. Fate is a fickle whore. We're not going. Take your clothes off and get back in my bed.”
“Taking care of you," he said mildly. "I'm getting you ready for bed right now. And if you start throwing up all of that poison you drank tonight, I'll take you to the bathroom and hold your hair out of your face for you.”
“When a man can't sleep, he won't let anybody else sleep either. If he doesn't go off to dreamland the moment his head hits the pillow, he gets frightfully annoyed and won't stay in bed.”
“Will you take me to the motherboard," he said, turning around to her. The and into your bed part he left off. What a gentleman. "Of course.”
“He stalked toward her."Bedroom," he growled. "Take your clothes off on your way.”