People who talk in their sleep
Fernando: If you were a dementor, I’d go to Azkaban. Me: …But I’d suck out all of your happiness. You’d be miserable. Fernando: So? I’d still get to kiss you. Me: But it would kill you… Fernando: It already does. I melt a little every time we kiss. How the heck did I end up with someone who is cheesy even in their sleep?