Roger grinned indulgently at her. "For you, I'm in the mood for pretty much everything. Except porn," he added hastily. "Watching porn with you would be very weird." He ducked out of the way as she mimed slapping him.
Taking a sip of his own drink, he looked at her, his brow furrowed. "What kind of funk, love? What's wrong?"
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