He sat down on the sofa, and as she cupped his face with her hand, he let out a little moan. The closeness of her wrist, and the steady thrum of her pulse next to his face was hard to take, especially when someone seemed to be so willing to offer themselves up. He covered his moan by making her think it was one of desire for her.
"I hope so," he replied, still a little forlornly. When she said he'd never grow old and ugly, he managed a grin, and a little chuckle. "This is what I needed. Thanks Rosie. Just a bit of companionship."
"So," he said quietly, his hand still trailing along her arm, "There's one type of companionship I really have missed. I..." He had the decency to look sheepish before looking up at her through his lashes, the unspoken question in his eyes.