I'm crazy about you, Spartan.

I looked at Bria. “How do you put up with him?” Bria started to open her mouth, but Finn piped up instead. “She puts up with me because I happen to be rich, handsome, charming, a witty conversationalist, and exceptionally talented in bed,” he smirked. “Flexible too.” I groaned. “I did not need to hear those last two.

Don't you agree, fuzzball?

Burn, baby, burn,” she muttered in a hard, satisfied voice. I cleared my throat. “As much as I hate to interrupt the supreme satisfaction you’re taking in watching the mansion blaze to the ground, I’d really like to get out of here before the whole house collapses on top of us.

Don’t make it a challenge. You know how much I like those.

Are you coming along peaceful-like, or am I going to have to hog-tie you and put you in the car?

I didn't know if he really meant talk, make out, or something else completely, but I'd be happy with any of them.