She waits for what he'll say, trying not to laugh as his expression changes, grows almost mischievous.

He leans in. "Given those parameters, I believe no topic is off limits."

"I like that response."

"I thought you might."

She lets her hand slide down his cheek. "What are you getting from me?"

"Many things." There's amusement in his voice.

"You approve of the multitude of emotions I'm lobbing at you."

"Indeed. Knowing how you feel will facilitate wooing you."

She taps her finger on his cheek. "Don't think you're not going to work for this."

"I would never presume that."