He tries to laugh, but there's not enough air for it.

'No. But I don't wan' t'flip you over and hammer you either, so this seems like a safer option.'

Or rather, he does, but can't.

'An' if we can't talk about sex while we're havin' it...oh Jesusshit luv, don' squeeze like that...then there's some borin' pillow talk in our future.'

Would she rather discuss the weather, or what's on telly? He thinks not. Hopes not.