"Yeah?" Kate maintains eye contact as his shifts, and as her grip on his shirt releases. Fingers tensed as they careened into walls now uncurl and smooth across his shoulder instead, settling nearer to his neck, thumb along his collarbone. Her lips press into a smile, close-mouthed except for one corner hitched up, and her head tilts into a suggestion of a lopsided shrug.

"Well, I mean...I might have a couple," she says, her eyes dropping to his mouth in a look no more subtle than his, "But I did make you a promise. I'd hate to give you the impression I can't be trusted to keep them."