Delighted, Kiki made no response other than to turn into Ed, curving one arm up, drawing his face down to hers. Then she let out a giggle, throwing her head back so Ed was cradled against her neck, cozy as two lovers, and then she kissed him, languorously, as if motivated by something other than attention. Then she whispered: "I'm incurable, I'm sure. Wicked to my core."