Morag's enthusiasm for his tickle only encouraged him and Roger wasn't to be denied. He held her firmly when she turned around and his smile was wide but his gaze on her was more somber. She would know the words he wasn't going to say. He could listen to her laugh for a lifetime. And then another thousand years.
"Your lemur is going to have his own luggage now? Designer bags or just a satchel? I need to plan ahead." Roger chortled and flattened his hands around to press against the small of Morag's back, encouraging her closer.
The softness of her tone made his heart ache and he would have agreed to anything for Morag in that moment. "Yes, don't ever doubt that we will go to Madagascar and see your lemurs." He brushed a light and tempting kiss across her lips and smiled but made a face as well. "...cheese."