Yeah, well, it's easier to share when I know you're probably down for almost anything. And I think I have a few in mind you might like; you can model them for me, since you and I both know you're a giant ham.

[That smile of his was doing things to her, both a promise for more and encouragement to keep going. It was part of why she was so open and 'naughty' right now; he was just so willing and nonjudgmental when it came to her wants that she felt she didn't have to hide it from him. Hell, he seemed to relish in it, was passionate in everything he did, and it made her more comfortable to do the same.

So now her food was mostly gone, and there she was, grinning at him from the other side of the table as she teased him, sliding forward in her chair until she was in a lower position at the table. Idiots, both of them.]

Blame it on the wine.