“What the hell do you want from me?” “Spontaneous combustion.”

“You can only push me so far little slakax, and then I will do what has to be done, with or without your permission.”

“Why the hell do women always have to bring back up? It's not as if I'm going to molest her at the opera.”

“He follows me down, catching his weight on either side of my head so he can leer his face into mine, coiling muscles and immobility at me, “I want you to lay into me. Fight me.”

“Lifting, smiling back at her giggle, her relief, I tease, “If you want to bleed sweetheart, I can make you bleed. I promise if I do it will be way more fun.”

“Lady, you have just become a wanted woman. I suggest you start running.”

“He gives me the stare that only men can do. The mouth tightening exasperation stare.”