"Hey, do you want to here something pretty much amazing?"
He laughed.
"Of course, for two reasons."
She raised her eyebrows, a quizzical look on her face.
"One, even if I said no, there is a very good chance that you would tell me anyway."
She narrowed her eyes, but he continued.
"And two; when I go home every night I lay in bed and retrace every word we shared that day, so that I will never forget the sound of your voice. But when I see you, the next morning, it's better than I ever could have dreamed."
She blushed. He got serious.
"And, when you grow tired of me, and cast me out onto the street, at least I will have my memories of your velvet voice to keep me company."
She pulled him into a deep embrace, and kissed him sweetly on the lips.
"I don't believe we will have to worry about that."
He kissed her back.
"I hope not. And it is a very good ting that I like the sound of your voice, because you talk an awful lot."
She punched him in the arm, and then they both laughed together.