[He has to clap a hand over his mouth to smother a laugh, taming it into a soft chuckle instead as he gives her a squeeze, his arm remaining around her shoulders as she burrows her face against him.]
Anything you wish.
[He lowers his voice to a stage whisper, as though to make the following sound particularly salacious.]
I'll make all the garlic bread you can possibly eat.
[Gods, recounting the evening to her come morning is going to be incredibly entertaining.]
Come, dear heart, let's get you somewhere more comfortable.
she's perfect to me
Anything you wish.
[He lowers his voice to a stage whisper, as though to make the following sound particularly salacious.]
I'll make all the garlic bread you can possibly eat.
[Gods, recounting the evening to her come morning is going to be incredibly entertaining.]
Come, dear heart, let's get you somewhere more comfortable.