My Swagger Has A First Name.

You’re perfect to me.

More like hideously flawed. But I guess I'll take your word for it.

[stifles a moan] Oi, you’re the one that’s perfect.

Not even close.

Well if that’s the case then you must be a rocket scientist. [grins, gripping his hips and pulling him close] Perfect.

[he chuckles, kissing him deeply and pressing their hips together] Not nearly as perfect as you.

What’s the difference? And are you going to stop that thinking of mine? Because I could definitely use a distraction.

Oh there's a very big difference. Smart people are much sexier than crazy people. And you, sir, are the sexiest. [shakes his ass] Yes, I am.

The disadvantage of being crazy, I guess, always needing a distraction. But it’s not too bad. Do I now?

Shhh, not crazy. Just very very smart. [he smirks] Why yes, yes you do.

Yes, but it’s hard to. For me at least, I’m not too sure about the rest of the world. Are you alright, Ash?

Yeah, I'm fine. You sound like you could use a distraction though. You think too much.

A lot of people just choose to ignore it.

Pity..

What's a pity?

I ALWAYS THOUGHT YOU WERE A LONG-HAIRED STONER

lol no that's my best friend okay