The trick

''You were a bit gruff on the phone'', she says, 
her head resting on his chest

''Yeah, I was pissed off with stuff'', he admits.
''Nicotine deprived too''.

''I though you were sick and tired of me''.

He smiles back at her.
''I knew something like that crossed your mind,
I could tell by that tone in your voice'', he says

''Do you know what I'd do
if I sensed you'd be really about to quit on us?''
she asks him.

''What?''

''Nothing. I 'd do nothing. 
''I 'd pretend everything was ok,
until you forgot all about it
and things went back to normal.''

He is now laughing heartily.
''You sly little foxy! 
''You know what? You are probably right.
''It would work!Your little trick...''

Τhen he kisses her.
The french way...