Stand My Lechery

"I will take a note of that. I won't do it before you come either. Don't want you turned off because of my stinky hair." He looked at Katherine, placing his hand on his waist. She was sidetracked for a minute, taken by how low his pants hung but then quickly composed herself. 

"I wouldn't mind if you smelled like rotten eggs, to be honest." He shrugged. 

"Now, if that is not love, I don't know what is. You would endure the smell of sulfur dioxide to be with me." She paused and tilted her head to the side. "Why don't we set aside a spa day and we can take care of our skin and hair together on that day?" She pouted. 

"You look like a duck." He threw his head back and laughed but he quite liked that idea. "Let's do that."