He told her he wanted to kiss the hell out of her. She wasn't sure there was any hell in her to begin with, but she let him try anyway. If there is a hell, she thought, I'd rather it be kissed out of me than otherwise removed. He laughed for three blocks when she told him that, which surprised her. After all, hell and kissing are both serious business, and really she wasn't that funny. He laughed all the more in response to that remark, at which point she gave up on talking and let him exorcise a few more sulfurous demons from her mouth. The absence of hell, she learned, tastes like spearmint gum.