when i think about you i touch myself. [Lumi.]

Lumi sighed and reluctantly pulled away from Quinn. "You know what I like in a man, Quinn?" she asked him. She didn't wait for a reply before continuing. "I like a man who's confident, polite, respectful, attractive, and who puts his woman before anything else."

She looked down, then back up at him. "That being said, I'm not too fond of murderers."

GOOD GOD DOES THIS WOMAN MAKE ME WANT TO STRANGLE HER, GET OVER IT. NOBODY BELIEVES YOU ANYWAY! Quinn shouted in his brain.

But instead he sighed an exasperated sigh, and flung himself backwards into the water frustrated-like.

Lumi allowed a small laugh to escape her lips. He sure was a silly homicidal maniac. He made it so obvious, to her at least, that he was guilty.

"What's wrong?" she asked, smirking. "Was it something I said? Or do you have a guilty conscience?"

Quinn was now floating completely on top of the water, not caring that he was naked, and not caring that well, his man parts were exposed.

"No," he said, "I just wish, you would stop knit picking at me."

Lumi looked at the ceiling pointedly, since Quinn suddenly decided to display his manbits. "You know what you have to do to get me to stop," she told him.

Quinn got back on his feet, "What would you do if I admitting to it? Admitted to something I didn't do?"

"I wouldn't care," Lumi replied coolly. "All I'm interested in is you confessing to what you did do."

Quinn shook his head, "You're a crazy clio."

He knew he would get smacked for that, so he swam away.