"Lie down. Bot's gonna bring you some juice and iron pills and snacks like you've been to the Red Cross, they're done with mop-up work now."

"...and you could lie down with me. And kiss me. That'd be great. Juice, snacks, and kisses."

"Oh, that's a bit escalating, there, lying down with you, what do you take me for." She opens the door to let a robot bearing comestibles in. "There. Recreate your blood supply."

He takes comestibles. He sits up veeeery slowly. "You are teasing me," he says, squirming a bit and munching. "You can kiss me while I'm sitting up, that works as well."

"Your mouth is full, don't be revolting."

Swallow. Drink juice. "Now kisses?"

"Guess."

"...yes?"

"Is that your real guess or are you hoping to influence me via incredibly unsubtle hypnosis?"

"Both!"

"Alas, you are not today's lucky winner."

"Oh." He looks down, sadly. Kinda like a kicked puppy.

Pout. A very realistic, emotion-laden pout. Kinda like a puppy that's been kicked twice.

"So, I am actually sort of guilty and sympathetic now but these are different emotions from the teenage hormone kind, FYI."

"Nnnooo, okay, changing tacks, um..."

Giggle.

"I'm running out of brain here! Come on, gimme a clue."

"I don't come with a treasure map, you know."

"Oh, do I. It's what I like about you." Pause. "One of the things I like about you, anyway."

"I'm beginning to suspect there aren't traits I have that you don't like about me."

"Um." Think. "I don't like how you're not kissing me right now."

"That's not a trait!"

"Well I don't know that it isn't! The only way to tell would be if it went away."

"Alas, the moment at which you uttered that sentence is gone forever. I will never have been kissing you right then."