I would say they leave nothing to the imagination, but it is my imagination that they are driving wild.
Well, I'll put any fears you might have to bed. It wasn't the predator in me calling you tasty. I'm going to hell for that imagery
Honey, you are allowed to be sick, especially with as hard as you work, and the only one horrified about it is probably you. But hey, you're now on the mend, and I certainly don't mind stroking you.
There's not anything beeping erratically around you, is there?