She smirked at him. "You shouldn't be. Once a snake, always a snake."
A faint pout slipped across her face when he pulled away. She hated it when he did that. "Alright." Feeling a sudden need to do something, she corked the bottle of wine that he'd set on the counter earlier to let it breathe while she rooted through his cabinets for the glasses. "Shall I set the table as well?"