Riyan

At the bus station where Milena has another hour before her bus arrives
Me: I guess we'll go now...Eh wait! Pictures first before we forget!
-after attracting lots of attention to ourselves-
Me: Hmm, I guess we'll head off now. And err, leave you to deal with the awkwardness of having to blend back in with the crowd.
Riyan: Yeh, after all the commotion we've created with taking photos and the noise and all.
Me & Riyan: Okay bye, Milena!

News talking about some man complaining about something (I didn't pay much attention obviously)
Riyan: *while booking flights online* Wha-? Fock you, you know what I mean? He most likely didn't even have to pay for that focking thing.
Me: Wow, your Irish accent comes out so much more when you cuss like that.
Riyan: Sorry, I'm just irate.
Me: *chuckles at the thought of someone actually using 'irate' in daily conversation*
Riyan: What?
Me: Nothing, you're just so cute.
Riyan: -grins- I knooow.

No you don't. And it's so easy to get his mind off important matters by flattering him. Terrible.

While crossing a road with oncoming cars from left
Riyan: *leisurely crosses while looking to the right*
Me: -dragging him across exasperatedly- Do you EVER look out for cars before you cross the road?
Riyan: Um, but but but, if you don't look at them, you don't see them, they don't exiiissst!!!