When Paul KNOWS he's being cute...
Me: Okay, Paul. You're cute. You look like you're in a dingy, grimy prison cell, but you're cute. Kind of can't deny it.
Paul: "Thank you for saying so. I will have you two seconds after you snap this pic":
Me: You are a completely obnoxious and ridiculous boy, you know that don't you?
Paul: "I aint the one who'se obsessed, now, am I?"
Me: Shut up, you adorable, wonky-eyed little twink whose trousers are always stretched out and bursting at the hips. Just shut up.
Paul: "Hey, now, be kind about me wonky eye. Can't help bein' born an asymmetrical Gemini, can I? You should feel bad about saying that! Also, about when you make fun of my rabbit teeth and what you call my "boppy cheeks." Which I hope you mean my face cheeks and not the other. You can be so very unkind..."
Me: Alright I'm sorry. But it IS a boppy backside, and even your mates knew it. And appreciated it.
Paul: "Well, alright, I'll admit to it. Boppy cheeks, boppy arse, although it's pretty darned firm, innit?"
Me: "I don't suppose there's any getting around it, yes. Firm. And ripe and fleshy as a peach.
Paul: "I feel objectified, now."
Me: Yeah, well, that's too freakin' bad. Seems you were born to be looked at, wonky eye and all.
Paul: "I'm really cute though, right? Go on, you can say it!
Me: Repellent, obnoxious boy! Yes, you're too damned cute.
Paul: "Thank you for saying so, luv. Try not to drool at me too much, then!"
Me: Shut up. With your moose-thighs and your fur and all that...just shut up!
Paul: "My thighs? You love my thights. You want to bite them! You wanna kiiiiiisss them; you think I'm seeeeexxy..."
Me: I hate you so much.
Paul: But you loooove me, too! Yeah, yeah, yeah! Admit it, you're hopeless. And you still think I'm cute! Cheers!
