She rolled her eyes. “Oh, please. He’s fucked half the staff by now, probably more. If you think we’re only friends because I put out, you don’t understand how things work around here very well. And I’m trying my best not to be biased. If I wasn’t, I would’ve killed you myself by now. The whole point in me even trying time reason with you is that I don’t want you dead.”
"Considering that the subject happens to be one of the few people willing to feign affection for you in exchange for friction on their shaft, I’m going mark your criticism off as biased and disregard it."
"Really, now? Well, you don’t want to fuck me, I’m going to murder your boyfriend, and as long as I have a pulse I am a threat to you. What reason could you possibly have to want to keep me alive?"