[He laughs instinctively at the assault, wheezing and jittery, before he can finally grab her hands in his and save himself with a scrunched up face.]

Don't you fucking dare, I will seduce Barold so hard, I'd get him out of his jeans before he even knew the diff.

[DON'T TRY HIM, DON'T EVEN START. But he breathes, tries to bring himself down.]

You know I'm not gonna do like, a whole thing, right? I'm not gonna go write him a sonnet or whatever. I'll just like-- I'll think about it.