when an ex of mine suggested we role-play i was as you can guess more than up for the idea, so she turned the lights down low and said in a sultry voice

"i am miss Knowles the librarian and who are you?,"
"out of my way book wench I must find the chieftain of this village i have grave news about his kin in Underhelm"
"wait dan i think you might--"
"quiet filthy temptress afore i shut your mouth forever"
"oh for f*** sakes can't we ever have a nice night without you pissing about as a barbarian"
"Karnak the proud is no mere barbarian almost naked librarian lady... hey where are you going i was just starting to enjoy that, look i wrote you a character sheet and everything, OK put the vase down, sorry, sorry, sorry"

and that is pretty much how roleplaying and smoking pot all the time lost me a girlfriend and gained me a scar from a vase.