“Still hurting from before?” She was hopeful he was. “Not from the gunshot, no. It’s like when you were in the rain. It itches, and I don’t like it.” He frowned. “Wait. The only reason you’re being nice to me is because you don’t like feeling my pain?” She narrowed an eye at him. “Yes?” She put her hand over her eyes and sighed. “Would it help if I said I’d like to do dark and sinful sexual acts to you, as well?” She groaned. “Was I not supposed to say that?”
