“How about this?" I said, because now it was the principle of the thing. "I'm sorry, jackass.”
“Don't give up on me now. I'm sorry. I guess that's an odd thing to say. Because isn't that what I'm doing? Giving up?”
“I'm sorry," I said, "did you just say elections are about hope?”
“And I will not be beaten by that jackass.""Jackass?" said Foaly, wounded. "My favorite uncle is a jackass.”
“Because?' I prompt'Because I'm sorry, but I can't help it, and I really need to kiss you right now.”
“Sorry," she said. "I'm just ... surprised. It's weird. Sex was never scary to me." She paused. "So what about it do you find scary? Like, penises? Because I can see how those might be a little scary.”