“God, you’re sexy when you talk Psy.”
“Has anyone ever told you you’re sexy as hell when you’re mathematizing?”
“I know what party you’re talking about. I might have to swing through. Especially if you’re going to be there in a costume.” He winked and leaned back in his seat.“I’m going as a homeless person.”“Sexy.”
“We had this talk,” she said. “You may be dead sexy, and I mean, like, really dead and really sexy, but you don’t get to tell me what to do. Right? And no head-shrinker stuff, either, or I swear to God, I’ll pack my shit and move!”
“You’re not as sexy as I think you are.” She squinted. Wait. That hadn’t come out right.”
“No. Don't distract me with your sexy talk.”