[It's a very compromising position but right now he couldn't care less how she looks like a deer caught by the hunter.

Or that he's a lowly little human pinning down an actual Goddess. She's listening.]

Allow me to say it clearly: You're getting damn defensive and arguing with me for no bloody good reason.

[The heat leaves him with those words and he leans away from her and then shifts off the bed entirely.]

Jeez. It's pointless. Forget it. Yeah, I have bad ideas. Who doesn't?

[Case in point: HIS FURRY DILEMMA.]