"you know, my dear, this position would be much more comfortable if you stopped fidgeting."
"says the elf who took it upon himself to make me his pillow. you realize that it was your idea to throw yourself on top of me, right?"
"mmm, i would not refer to it as ‘throwing,’ but as more of a loving embrace. you would not let everyone rest their head on your meager bosom."
“meager?! i ought to shove you into the river for saying that.”
"ah, but you won’t, for you could not bear to hurt my feelings in such a way. then again, you would love to see me sopping wet, the leathers on my body sticking to me in such a way that—”
"oh, shut it."