[He hesitates - shivers a little, when her hand falls to his waist, and leans into that, too, without quite meaning to.]

[At the look on her face, the corners of his mouth creep up into a smile - genuine, behind about seven different layers of flustered.]

You got a lot of charm points.

Pretty sure that one can take a break for a couple minutes.

[He hesitates - remembers how warm her face had been, when she was down on one knee, and lifts his hand to brush the cheek with the pad of his thumb, gentle.]

Don't you wanna be good for me?