[Bruno's not wrong: the seats are fairly old and not particularly well padded, but Polnareff refuses to acknowledge that. If you didn't have sex every time you came up on some little problem, nobody would ever have sex.]

You'd be on my dick, I don't know why you're worried about the seats. But, [he says, and leans down, nipping the shell of Bruno's ear,] I'll fuck you against the wall if you're so worried.

Next reason.