"Oh, you've cut your nails."
"Yes." (Raises eyebrows.) "Does this give you ideas?"
"Nope. No ideas."
"No ideas—like my hand inside you?"
"You don't want my hand inside you? Fisting you? In and out, in and out—"
"NO THAT'S QUITE ALL RIGHT THANK YOU."
"I think my nails did give you ideas. I think you do want to get fisted tonight. I think that's why you said something."
"I think you should just keep your hands in your lap, over there, while I'm driving."
"That's not going to happen."
"Then I think from now on I should keep my mouth shut."
"You know that's not going to happen, either...especially not tonight."