Bjorn: So the other campaign assistants and I have had a brainstorm and came up with an idea for how to propel your campaign further up in the polls.

Alyse: Oh, and what is that?

Bjorn: A gala, here at the Stargazer. On Sunday. You’d give another speech, although a bit more laid back than today’s. Rub a few elbows, shake hands, have fun. All that jazz. 

Alyse: Interesting. And I assume my husband needs to be there, for appearances sake?

Bjorn: *voice deepens* Not necessarily… You know Alyse, I’ve always found your drive and determination…extremely appealing.

Alyse: Bjorn, it was one drunken night after an incredibly long day, let it go. I’m sure your wife misses you.

Bjorn: Not as much as I miss you. The feel of you in my arms…waking up to you lying beside me in the morning light. Alyse, please. We both know what we want.

Alyse: *sigh* Bjorn, I can’t. A scandal like this would destroy my campaign. So I beg of you, please let this go.

Bjorn: Never. 

Alyse: …

Bjorn: *clears throat* Anyway, it would be great for your image if you did bring one of your family with you. Maybe one of the twins? Having the apparent support of your children would look great in the eyes of voters.

Alyse: I’ll think about it.