Lanvin is close.

"He uses sex to hold onto what I'm saying."

"OK."

"I'm not having a immediate problem with it, but I'm not seeing I need the same thing."

"I never would have realize that about you."

"I'm serious."

"OK."

"What I'm trying to say is I'm not going to write him off. I'm going to keep him."

"That's unusual for you. You would put Jesus nut's in a vice if you could."

"I like Jesus and I keep people."

"Just the safe ones."

"Not just the safe ones."

"OK."

"You give up so easily."

"I don't want to spoil my chances to see you naked. I feel I'm close."

"You're not."

"OK."

"He through many many series of conversations got me to understand that he is not trying to manipulate me because I have presentable legs and a great smile that my mother gave me."

"I am."

"He see's sex as a way to feel our incredible conversations, as a way to permeate himself with them."

"Wow."

"What?"

"I don't know."

"Don't worry I worked him over."

"I know you did. I've personally felt your gentle gutting when it comes to me. You've cut me open plenty of times and wore me as a coat."

"You keep me warm in early winter."

"I believe you. But what keeps you there?"

"Of course I'm attracted as usual."

"OK."

"It's that simple. So I have no other choice to work it."

"OK."

"I have to hear him out."

"OK."

"I have to."

"So how close am I now."

"Even further away."

"OK."