'It's involuntary,' he defended, sighing again for emphasis.
'No it's not.'
'Yes, it is. If it annoys you that much, maybe you shouldn't have locked us in here!'
'It seemed like a good idea at the time.'
'Do I even want to know why?'
'Well you were just going to haul me off to the dungeon. Couldn't have that, now, could we?'
'That's straight where you're going once we're outta here.'
'Because you're a thief.'
'But what did I ever do to you?'
'Besides locking me in a windowless room with no food and absolutely no chance of escape in the near future? Nothing.'
'I couldn't stand being in jail.'
'I'm sure you've experienced it firsthand.'
'No, I've never been caught before.'
'Well aren't I special?'
'You didn't catch me.'
'Yes I— stop talking!'
'What the heck is wrong with you??'
'You're trying to talk your way out of this, and it's not going to work on me.'
'I'm just trying to appeal to your merciful side,' she said, lowering her voice to a whisper.
He turned his head in her direction, scowling. 'I don't have a merciful side.'
'Don't be so macho,' she leaned close to his face, putting on her best, most seductive gaze. 'All men have a merciful side. It's just a matter of finding it.'
'Don't look at me like that.'
'It's... you... you're...' he looked away and sighed, muttering into the darkness, 'Saucy wench.'
'What did you say?'