Juniper: . . .
Well, you are hot.
Del: Much as I can’t argue with that . . . you seem to be sizing me up like a piece of meat just now, and I’m not certain how I feel about it.
Juniper: We’re all pieces of meat. Once you’ve seen enough people flame-broiled, you get that.
Del: . . . I do have a weakness for dashing devil-may-care utilitarianism. But if you’re only saying this because you’re in a mood to do something dangerous — and I am, undoubtedly, the most dangerous person you know —
Juniper: I want to whisper in your ear, but I can’t reach that high even on tiptoe, so c’mere.
I’m “in a mood” to —- — your — —– with — —— — —– and a —– —.