"I can believe this!" Booth shouted at the bathroom mirror.
"It's a common occurrence among men. You could have performance anxiety. It would explain why you can't have an er-"
"I don't have performance anxiety." Booth replied as he poked his head out of the bathroom. "Never had, never will."
"Perhaps you're just tried." Temperance suggested. Then she flashed Booth a seductive smile. "You did chase that lawyer fourteen blocks. Adrenaline flowing through your muscles. I can understand if you're out of breath."
Booth grinned as he leaped on to the bed. "I think I just got my second wind."