Halsin: *completely serious* I have to get something off my chest.
Tav: *with fingers crossed* Is it your shirt? Please say it’s your shirt.
Raphael: *sardonically* Aren't you just a treat?
Tav: *ignores the devil to pluck a grape off a silver tray*
Raphael: *tilts his head slightly, casting an appreciative glance over Tav's form*
Raphael: You can't imagine the things I'd do if I got my hands on you.
Tav: *coyishly* Do it.