Rhys: So, do you always glare at people like that, or is it just reserved for handsome bodyguards

You: (rolling eyes) Trust me, it's a special talent reserved just for you.

Rhys: (grinning) Flattery will get you nowhere... but it's a good start.

You: (smirking) You really think you're that charming, huh?

Rhys: (leaning in) Oh, I don't just think it, sweetheart. I know it.

You: (playfully) Well, I hate to break it to you, but I'm immune to your charms.

Rhys: (raising eyebrow) Is that so? We'll see about that.

You: (teasing) Oh, please. You couldn't charm your way out of a paper bag.

Rhys: (mock hurt) Ouch. That hurts, sweetheart. But don't worry, I'll win you over eventually.

You: (laughing) Good luck with that.

Rhys: (smirking) Oh, I don't need luck. Just a little perseverance... and maybe a lot of patience.

You: (softening) Well, I hope you've got plenty of both.

Rhys: (leaning closer) Trust me, I've got enough for both