"But they confess to women."
"The more fools they!"
"Can't I wring a confession out of you?" she teased. "Why haven't you ever made love to me, Bob?"
"Too much afraid of losing what little I've got of you," he returned sombrely.
"How do you know you wouldn't have got more? How do you know that I wouldn't have given you—everything?"
"Everything you could give wouldn't be enough."
"Pig! You don't want much, do you!"
"Have you ever really cared for any of your partners in flirtation?"
"You speak as if I'd had dozens," she pouted.