"Clarence."
"I still don't understand who that is."
"We never got around to ordering that pizza."
"When did we—oh, I understand. You are talking about intercourse."
"Yes, thank you for clearing that up."
"You're welcome."
Neither of them talked for about half a minute.
"So, do you want to go ahead and move the furniture?"
Cas smiled mischievously. He was almost getting the same feeling in his crotch area as when we actually saw the movie about the pizza man.
