"It's good to see you, too, Peter Quill," she murmurs, reaching up to cradle the back of his neck and draw his forehead to hers in greeting. "I've missed that sweet tongue of yours." She's still just as shameless as she was when they first met, if perhaps a bit more demure. She, too, had been a wild child in her day.

And getting freaky with an energetic, young human had been an excellent way to celebrate a birthday, if she did say so herself.

Releasing him, she looks up at him, and smiles fondly at the memory. "How have you been?"