[ Ah, she likes that, and rewards him by running her tongue up the length of his neck, from collar to ear. Meanwhile, her hands trace along the contour of his pectorals, teasingly avoiding their nipples just so. ]

Oh, not very! I had to dodge your scolding, and while we were distracted, he took the opportunity to pounce. You caught his hand with your scythe, more annoyed that he had interrupted-- and that is when I sawed him through the thigh... and there he was, dangling between our scythes like a piece of meat...