That at least, let Gideon off the hook and let him relax. His mouth tasted of scotch and heat and well, Gideon. He wound his arms around her, pulling her against him, as he deepened the kiss, tasting her, exploring and relearning the way she felt and kissed. It'd been a really long time since he'd shagged a bird, actually, and he'd half-forgotten about all the lovely curves and such.