"As soon as we're out of here, I'm on the first ship back to Earth," I stated loudly.
Challenging Quain was not a good idea because he dropped my hands, cupped my face then pressed a hard, thorough kiss on my lips. And desire exploded deep in my belly. I thrust my hands into my pants' pocket before I wrapped them around his neck and pulled him into my arms.
"Do as you are bid," said Quain.
Ignoring the grammar errors (which I've surprisingly been mostly able to do - they're not that bad) - EXCUSE ME? DO AS YOU ARE BID??!?
How about FUCK YOU.