"Break it!"
"No! You may be my boss, and I may be a forward hussy, but tonight I'm going home, and you can't stop me!"
How silly could you get? Suddenly he understood the way of a man with a maid; love was older than conversation, and they both saw and understood through and beyond any silly words. In fact, the sillier the words, the better!
"That's what you think! You're going with me, or you're going to jail. They'll put you in a dark cell with the rats. They have their own specially-bred rats, you know." He leered, slyly.
"You wouldn't dare!"
He shrugged, elaborately, and turned to the phone. She darted past him to the door and he caught her, pulled her back out of the hall. She was surprisingly strong and determined, and she ducked when he kissed her.
"That one was a mess, wasn't it?" he complained.
She relaxed and began to laugh, and he joined her. She looked into his eyes a long moment, and pulled his head down, kissed him tenderly. "You don't give a girl much choice—one big rat or a lot of little ones."
"I'll give you no choice at all. I'll teach you to play tricks on me! Hurry up and change."
"One of the girls keeps a semi-formal in her locker. I can borrow it and we could go dancing."