Eric shrugged. "I played a lot of Street Fighter back in the 90's. Not the worst phase, considering it was the same decade where primetime soaps and Zubaz pants were a big deal."
His hand moved down to her back, stroking over each individual vertebrae until he reached the top of her sundress and moved back up again and grinned. Some of the things that set her off seemed so silly to him - he was rarely serious about anything, at least until it came to her. Eric was surprised to find he was relieved that Sookie could generally tell the difference now. He supposed that meant they'd made progress.
He squeezed her hand and smirked. "Thought of a place to store the inevitable goo, have we?"