Nathaniel York felt a pain in his molar: "Can I go take a shower now?"
"Sure, lets do it... together..."
Nathaniel York peeled Matilda Jenkins' fingers off of him: "Thank you, but it's not my habit to shower with others."
Matilda Jenkins snorted: "What a fuss, Mysterious Men always are."
Grinding his teeth, Nathaniel York needed some peace and quiet to reconsider whether his decision was right or wrong.
Rolling on the bed, Matilda Jenkins prodded: "Hey, hurry up... I'm getting impatient."
Nathaniel York nearly tripped over the carpet, "Just shut up."
Matilda Jenkins stuck her tongue out at Nathaniel York.
Pah, such a peculiar Mysterious Man, always fussing.
Nathaniel York entered the bathroom, paranoid, worrying that Matilda Jenkins would barge in.
The world was finally quiet, and Nathaniel rubbed his forehead in relief.
