"Hey, it was worth a try. Asking about a kiss is a lot less than asking about you, me, a bed and a lack of clothes," she remarked, grinning and cocking a brow before leaning in to press a kiss to his scar.

"Whatever. A dance is a dance. I won't press my luck," she added, resting her forehead against his, noses brushing.

"I'm glad to be home. I'll enjoy what I can get."