This felt like something that he had already been doing for the past sixteen years. It was sort of odd, to feel so natural around someone that he hadn't seen in so long. Also, to feel comfortable around someone that could turn around and tear out his throat at any moment. That was a bit weird, too. He did, though, and he had no idea what to think of it.
"I grew?" He probably did. She left when he was only eighteen, after all. "Probably." He ran his hands down her sides as they danced. She felt cold, but not horribly so. He could pretend that she had just been outside in the winter for too long.