[Well. Now, there's a dilemma. What does he want more, sex or destruction? How can he possibly choose? He actually has to take a second to think, and with her on top of him that's almost shocking, but something deeper overrides his want for her. It hits him like a sudden realization, as something dark comes through in his grin.

Fuck Cruz.]

We have every day ahead of us to roll around, babe. Let's light this place up before we never see it again. We'll make him pay for what he did.

[And they'd better do it fast, before anyone else returns. He worms his hand into his pocket, withdraws his lighter, and gives her a wink as he flicks that little flame to life.]

I love the way you think.