“That,” she shook a finger at him, “is cheating. Make up your own compliments, and stop stealing mine.”
Victor stuck his tongue out at her. “Alright then, your mouth is the softest and most clever mouth I’ve ever seen, kissed or heard.”
She blushed, but gamely responded, “Now, now, there are rules about sticking your tongue out at me.”
“Rules? We have rules now?”
“This rule has always existed. There must be /some/ rules, or you would just walk all over me with that sexy accent.”
“I would never walk all over you with my apparently sexy accent,” he said as he purposefully lowered his voice and let his accent grow huskier. Then he stopped and looked at her with puppy eyes.
“Wouldn’t you, Victor darling?” she drawled, strengthening her own accent in return. “You wouldn’t order me about, wouldn’t say dirty things to me until I begged?” She made sad kitty eyes right back at him.