Turtles

"Were you a turtle or something in your past life? Or do you think you're a turtle now? Because at this rate, the only way you'll ever win her over is if you live to be a hundred!" Dora's tone was dripping with exasperation. "You had an entire month—thirty whole days—alone with her, and what did you do? Build Bird Armies and play tic-tac-toe?"

"Hey!" Cai raised his hands defensively. "We also played air hockey, Monopoly, and plenty of other board games, alright?"

Dora narrowed her eyes at him, clearly unimpressed by the 'helpful' answer. "Cai Frost! Are you in middle school or something? Do you not have any desires? Any lust? What are you? A monk?"

Cai raised an eyebrow, keeping his expression calm. "I think you might want to check with your fiancé before you go throwing around words like lust and desire."

"Let him be jealous!" Dora waved it off with a smirk. "If I didn't know you better, I'd swear there was something wrong with your 'downstairs.'"