Her champagne is finished quickly and the glass set aside so she can do more important things, namely watch him, blatantly and without any shame at all.

'Yeah? You think?' Her smirk is impossible to hide, and the moment he's back in reach, her hands are on him again, petting over his skin.

'I dunno,' she muses, placing an almost-chaste kiss on the point of his shoulder. 'I think we can do better.'