Hubs: That's just you. You're hot.
Hubs: Actually, it's the heat from my heart. It's burning with love for you.
Hubs: Isn't your heart on fire for me?
Me: Those flames burned out a long time ago. But I guess there's still some heat in the coals.
Hubs: Glowing embers?
Me: Yes. There's enough warmth to slowly bake a potato.
Hubs: I like baked potatoes.