In other words, Arthur never let her go about it. Some men were such dogs, expecting a woman to cater to them, to be more than satisfied in what he was willing and able to give while giving all of herself at the same time. It was a selfish way of loving, and it wasn't a way that Adam had made a practice of behaving. Not after he had matured enough to realize that working that way only ended you with a unsatisfied and burdened lover who felt as though she was somehow less than you. And while it might have taken him a little over a century to realize that, it was a lesson well learned.
"Then we'll start slow," Adam said, smiling as he raised his hands to cup her cheeks, leaning forward and kissing a kiss to her forehead, one that spoke volumes more than the ones that he had given previously. It really was ashame that she was married. If she wasn't, he'd have been courting her properly. "And we'll see where it goes from there," He said, smiling as he reached out, moving with the skill of a man who had done this many times before, tucking his arms under her form and lifting her off of her feet and into his arms.
He paused momentarily, turning back and kicking the door to the fridge closed before smiling down at her and heading towards the stairs.