[Both of them have immature streaks, mean streaks, horrific streaks.]

"As much as I'd like that?"

[He asks like one disbelieving, even amused.]

I wonder how much you actually know, about what I'd like. The chase is good fun... but it's an impulse. A flash of motion, and a response... it doesn't nourish the intellect. Nor does pretending... and I wouldn't insult either of us, by pretending.