But if I close my eyesAnd wish it all awayPretend I'm someone else,Pretend I'm here to stayGave us half a chance,Let my stupid heart decideThere's no doubt in my mind, You'd be mine

Are you hitting on me, Mathers?""Yes. I don't know. Maybe. Why? Is it working?

So that's that, then. You don't want me.""Oh, I want you. Never doubt that. But now isn't the right time. So I'm going to turn around, walk through that door" -his mouth twitches in the corner- "and pretend to sleep while replaying that kiss until I give up and drown myself in a cold shower.

What comes to mind when you think of Clay Coolidge?"(...)"Sex appeal, boozehound, makes love to the mic, rock star, stadium filler.