"I told her about your crabs, but those are curable, so don't stress." He grins and leans towards her to stage whisper. "It's probably not worth it, though. I've heard complaints about his performance." And he seals it with a wink.

"And then she told me about how I shouldn't light Satan on fire, so really, we're just having a good exchange of advice here." This is for the bed, fucker.