Primo: I can't kiss you! You're all germy.
Me: Oh for pete's sake. It's a cold. (But not a Man Cold.)
Primo: I can't get sick!
Me: It's not like you kiss me anyhow.
Primo: What? I kiss you!
Me: Nah. Not like before. It's all gotten kind of perfunctory.
Primo: What do you mean?
Me: Oh you know. We have a little pattern - a routine.
Primo: Are you saying our love life is boring?
Me: Well. Sort of.
Primo: What - you want to have an affair to spice things up?
Me: Are you crazy? The last thing I need is something else to suck away my precious free time.