“Emily.” He looks at me, and the flashlight strapped to his forehead shines in my eyes. “I smell like a toxic dumping ground of bug poison, and I have never felt so unsexy in my entire life. I wouldn’t be surprised if my dick has been poisoned off like a weed.” I burst out laughing. “You could never be unsexy to me, and your dick is more of a tree than a weed.” He raises his eyebrow, unimpressed.
