What am I thinking? You don’t want to know.
No, You don’t. Believe me, as a prisoned resident, I know from personal experience that It’s dangerous liasons and cutthroat city in there. It’s certainly no place for a tenderfoot such as yourself.
Huh. So you say, with that devilish grin and a flinty glint in those eyes and sure, I could crumble, but I won’t. Not yet, maybe.
Come aboard, if you dare, should you care, and abandon your bravado at the door. I like it when my suitors scream …