"A little better?" He asked, looking mock offended, "is that all?"
This time when the bartender came over he waved him away.
"I think we can do better than a little," he continued, "I think I'd like to kiss you again," he nodded. And then she nodded, and he crossed the space between them once more and kissed her more slowly this time. His tongue ran gently across her bottom lip, and his free hand came to rest on her neck, in her hair.