"What's with the black eye, John? Fell in the shower?"
"So you have been watching me in the shower. I had my suspicions, Joss."
"Paranoia isn't a good fit for you."
"Well, I know for a fact that you are. And you're much prettier than paranoia."
"As flattering as it is to be compared to paranoia…""Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
"I never took you as a Shakespeare fan."
"I'm not. But it seemed to fit into our witty banter."
"I'm glad I can keep you on your toes."
"But I'd rather have youin bed instead of on your toes."
"Way to be subtle, John."
"Who said I was trying to be?"
"Well, considering where your hand is traveling to, I'm guessing subtlety isn't on your list of priorities right now."
"Well, we did happen to meet right in front of your door…"
"How do you know that I'll let your cocky ass in?"
He backed her up into the door (her own damn door, no less!) and swiftly unlocked it before saying,
"Because this cocky ass is yours."
And as she pulled him into the house, he caught what was to be the last coherent set of words to come out of her mouth that night.
"Damn right."