"You shouldn't have done that," he said. "You don't know who you're dealing with -- he's the kind of guy who'll break your legs with a baseball bat."
She took a moment to look out the window of the Starbucks where they sat across from each other, the cup of coffee in front of him on the table grown cold.
"Honey," she said, "there is probably someone walking by right this moment who'd do the same to you, if I gave them the go-ahead."
His already-pale skin blanched to the shade of a skinned & boiled potato.
"Oh now honey," she said, reaching across to pat his fingers, "settle yourself down. You know I'd never do any such thing --"