I Guess That's a Compliment . . . .

Yesterday, Shrike was having a kind of crappy day at work, so I picked her up and took her to dinner.

Evidently, she felt better after spending some time with me.

Later that evening:

Whozat: I'm sorry work's a pain in your ass.
Shrike: It is, but you're my Preparation-H.
Whozat: You silver-tongued devil, you!