'An' don't you forget it, sweet'eart.'

He smirks cheekily, and rolls too, so he can press a kiss to her lips. And another.

'I'll just forget about the 'leaving' part for now. As long as you don't tell anyone.'

Another kiss. The novelty of being able to do that will last a while. But then he moves away, because wow, he needs that drink. He stretches when he's standing, adjusts the crown jewels a bit, and ambles over to the Scotch and cigs.

'You want one?'