"Frak, how the hell does this thing come off?"
"You need to untie it before you can get to the buttons."
"Oh-kay..."
"Oh, just let me do it..."
"No need to be so snappy, Laura. I might change my mind about this."
"Right, Tom. If that's just an oversized handkerchief in your pocket I'll be very surprised. You want me."
"You think?"
"I know. I also know how to work a zipper... like so..."
"Just because my clothes are more sensible than yours..."
"What would you prefer I wore, Tom?"
"Right now? 'Nothing' seems like a good option. Speaking of which... ah, that's better..."
"Now, you're sure you remember how to unhook a woman's bra? Because honestly I thought I'd left men who had too much trouble with that aspect behind me a long time ago..."
"Very funny, Laura. There, was that quick enough for you?"
"It'll do. Now take your socks off. There's something off-putting about a naked man in socks..."
"Just because you're not wearing any... speaking of which, how long is it going to take you to peel those stockings off your immaculately shaped legs?"
"I can't be too rough with them, Tom, I only have two pairs."
"Fine, but let me help."
"No. I don't trust you with them."
"You'd trust me with the vice presidency but not with a pair of stockings?"
"Precisely. You can make yourself useful by clearing the files off the bed."
"Oh, you're so romantic."
"'Romantic' wasn't my intention."
"Well, I'm glad we cleared that up."
"Tom?"
"Yes, my dearest darling Laura?"
"Get on the bed."
"You first."
"Any particular reason?"
"Yes."
"Are you going to tell me what it is?"
"No. I'm going to show you."
"...Alright."
"Good."
"...Oh..."
"...Good enough reason?"
"Maybe... Oh!"
"You were saying?"
"Yes... quite satisfactory..."
"Good. Now, let's get on with this 'frakking you' business..."
"...Yes. Let's."