The lovers sit entwined, yet chaste. Awaiting sleeps' return. But passions rise with awkward haste and lust begins to burn.
Mmmm. You're wearing too much clothing.
I think we both are. It's an easy problem to solve.
Snap. Snap. Button. GURGLE. Unfasten.
What are you wearing that goes "gurgle?"
I thought that was you.
My sword. . . Where's my sword?
It's. . . It's in
His hand? Is that what you were going to say? Because I got that.