'Do I ever say no to you?'

His hands slide up her sides, under her beater, coming to rest on her breasts and caressing gently.

'I never needed to be smooth when I was a kid. I don't now, I just choose to be.'

He kisses her again, soft. He's amused by the way she's talking about him like he's someone else. No matter. He needs to think about this so perhaps it's better if she stays away from his younger self.