(ง︡’-‘︠)ง

[He smiles, face going hot as he brushes his hand against her jaw and leans down to kiss the side of her mouth.]

You know, I ask myself the same thing about you. Well, except for the handsome man bit.

[He laughs a little, gesturing to the living room. There was a soft, but also a bag-like piece of furniture, with a velvety black cover over it.

Krem walks back into the kitchen.]

Can I get you a drink? We've got beer, whiskey, vodka, rum, I can figure something out, you tell me what you're in the mood for.