Let's investigate.

Suddenly Sam grinned wide and batted her lashes at Jake. "Whatever you say, Jake," she said in a high-pitched valley girl voice. Returning to normal, she rolled her eyes. "It's weird how much this turns you on."

"I didn't tell you to do the voice," Jake objected.

"I know. But I guess you were picturing it like that. In fact, the d- so theoretically I could just feed you lines and let you say them how you want! I wonder..."

They had reached the apartment. Jake entered and was removing his scarf when he felt the tickle of Sam's long hair on his cheek.

"You're not feeding me lines," she whispered into his ear. Her body pressed against his. "You're feeding me stage directions. For example..." she trailed off and turned Jake around. She put her mouth to his cheek as if to kiss him but said a single word.

"Sexy," she said in a suddenly polite, neutral tone and stepped back. "Thanks for letting me go back to normal! That was embarrassing. Apparently I can still feel embarrassment."

She suddenly broke into a fit of uncontrollable laughter. "Wha- what, what are yahhaha, oh, stop ahahahAHAHA STOP!"

He relented and Sam rubbed her sore ribs and glared at him. "Asshole!" She slapped his arm. "...is what I am. Ugh. I can't even be mad at you anymore, dude.

Now she straightened up. "A robot?" she asked in a stilted monotone. "What is this sketch comedy. Do I really have to talk like this. Of course it is hot to me because it is hot to User JACOB. Oh hell no I am not calling you that except I am because it is awesome."

Sam remained perfectly still for the entire monologue. Finally she relaxed afterwards, stretching her sore muscles. "Man," she said sleepily as she put her hands above her head and leaned forward, "Do you ever stop thinking about tits?"