“Fortunately, kisses go by favor, not by, merit.”
“You don’t even make a pretense of deserving.”
“Give me credit for being an honest rogue, at least.”
“But a rogue?” she insisted lightly.
“Oh, a question of definitions. I could make a very good case for myself as an honest man.”
“If you thought it worth while?”
“If I didn’t happen to want to be square with you”—he smiled.
“You’re so fond of me, I suppose, that you couldn’t bear to have me think too well of you.”
“You know how fond of you I am.”
“Yes, it is a pity about you,” she scoffed.