[that's hardly an innuendo. But he'll let it slide since you have quite a vicious temper and it's alarmingly cute on you]

Well you can keep your claws sheathed, kittycat. I'd no more break your heart, or try, than I would crush a butterfly that sits quivering in my hands.

[and he's very good with his hands.]

As for profit, well, what would you like?