"Penguin was a water rat if ever," he added, remembering to focus on the road, not the hand trailing up his thigh, and continue their discussion. That itself was more than a battle he was ready for. She was downright more considerate of his responses while driving than most of the witches at those balls his grandmother loved to throw. His birthday was coming up in three days, another one, he almost groaned to think of the chore it'd be. Roxy would have taken it as success on her part if he had.
"A mistake I will endeavor not to repeat again, kitten. Besides," adding silkily for her benefit alone and if to keep her distracted from what she wanted to do with those hands, "she can't hold a candle to you."
With her laying her head against his shoulder it almost seemed casual, he would have let things go until she used that term, mundane, then she had his attention on other matters. "Are you serious, Miss Roxanna, that you are part cat? This isn't some incredibly elaborate game you're playing?"