[He smile falters as she speaks, an over-the-top eye roll replacing it while he purses his lips.]

I can't believe I'm still paying for a single glimpse at your husband's dick. One look! And I am still in debt. Trust me, I've seen a lot of dicks, none of 'em are worth this much grief.

[... And yet, he keeps flirting with him. It's almost as if he doesn't learn any lessons at all.]

I guess you're not dead or whatever, so fine. But I'd say you owe me like, half of one for this. Not a whole dinner maybe but a fancy-ass app or some nicely paired wine, you dig?