“This still counts, you know.” “What does?” “I went to the guru, so you owe me sex. And don’t give me any crap about your creaky old knees, Irish.” He chuckled. “I promise to fulfill all your monstrous demands.” “Good. When we get home, you’re the new evidence clerk who didn’t log in my evidence properly, and I’m the detective who’s offering you a way to make it up to me.” “God, your sex fantasies are so weird.”
