[Now, what Badou had expected was a gratitude laced squeak of 'thank you', a blood oath, a coupon for Bath & Body works (very manly, okay, bath salts and all), or a plan old fuck off. The squawk of indignation is like a breath of fresh air conditioned...air. He rolls his eye and leans against the door-frame like the lazy ass loiterer he is.]

Your boner is like an impressionable brat. If you yell at it, it'll piss its proverbial pants an cry an want cookies as a bribe. You gotta have a firm, yet wise technique. An lotion.
[He lets out a sigh and rubs his forehead] I don't get paid enough fer this shit...
I told you, just use a sock. But not one'a the ones you're wearin'. That's not exactly a turn on- ...unless that's your thing.