"We're friends with benefits, but I really like being with you."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, what do you think about me? You know, about me?"
So I was honest.
"I like you. I think you're funny, and I like spending time with you. I like having sex with you. I really like having sex with you. But I don't want to go out with you. I don't want to be your boyfriend. It's not that I don't want to go out with anybody right now, because I would if I met the right girl. But that's not you. You're not the right girl. I don't want to go out with you."
About as subtle as an earthquake. I'm still the bad guy.