We're gonna have to keep her away from all well-meaning superhero boys. [He growls against her neck and slides his hands around her waist and up her shirt.] You know how those boys are. [He moves to kiss her lips, nipping her lower lip lightly.] Only one thing on their minds.

[He hooks his free hand around the back of her neck while the other traces lazy circles along the edge of her spine.] Salvation. They're like overly gelled-up Jehovah's Witnesses.