"I don't intentionally read anybody's thoughts, their thoughts jump into mine. It's shoving them out I have trouble with." She fiddled with the heating on the car and sighed as some nice, hot air blasted at her. "Just don't bore me with Spanish or how many pretty women you want to go to bed with and we will be fine. Just lucky my thoughts can't jump into your head as punishment."
--- "I promise you that I will not be thinking about women I want to go to bed with," he assured her. "But I can't help if I think in Spanish. It's my native language, and it's easier for me. Plus it is my head, you know. I can think what I want to think."
--- "No doubts, but I doubt you'd want your dirty secrets to be known." Olivia smirked a little as she remembered she'd googled some stuff lately, mostly on translator, and thought how she could wind him up just a bit more. After a few seconds she turned to him, frowning. "Wait wait wait... what's... Me gustan - tus tetas - grandes...?"
--- There weren't many dirty secrets in Nic's head, but he was going to make a note not to think about any of them while he was in this girl's company. He knew she wouldn't harm him with her knowledge, but she would be merciless in her teasing and that would be just as bad. And indeed, he was sure right about that, because what came out of her mouth turned his cheeks a bright pink. "I have no idea," he told her quickly, keeping his eyes on the road. "But I'm absolutely sure that this is not something you would be hearing from my head." After a pause, he added firmly "Ever."