[He liked her laugh, liked making her laugh. It fed into the simplicity and ease of their interaction where the expectations were low for seriousness and high for teasing out these little details of who they were. Yet, the vast majority remained hidden behind their playful banter. It chased away the heaviness resting upon his shoulders.

He huffed a laugh in return, leaning back more on the couch so he could better balance her on his hips. That was all so he could bring his hand around to tug open the front of her coat.] You could, but are you so certain I would beg? Might take more than a verbal demand to bring me to heel. [He was inclined to let her do it though.] Who am I to deny the request of a beautiful woman? I will.

[He made a point of glancing back at the couch.] Not sure this couch has what it takes....