No, I like you alive and warm and wiggling.
You know I love you more when you're cold and heartless.
It's a sad comment on humans that none of them are tolerable to one who can read their minds
And by golly, love sure was a battlefield. Benatar was right about that.
There was enough tension in the room to send a fleet of the nervous running for their tranquilizers.
Eric moved the broom experimentally and made an attempt to sweep the glass into the pan while it lay in the middle of the floor. Of course, the pan slid away. Eric scowled. I'd finally found something Eric did poorly.