He snorted and nodded appreciatively. “Back when hip hop was more tolerable. Shame I missed the stripping robot girl, though.” He couldn’t recall ever going to a strip club and watching a stripper named Rae perform, but then… it was highly possible she went by a different name. Stage name. Something.
“I’m not most guys.” Simple enough explanation. “Part of why I didn’t have any expectations for whatever this is with us,” he said, nodding at her belly again. “Figured you wouldn’t want any other guys fucking you, especially with the bun still in the oven.” He paused and sat back in his chair, his meal forgotten. “But it doesn’t bother me. Like I said, you’re still hot.”
Kissing required very little thought, which was one of the reasons Silas enjoyed it so much. For him, it had been a little longer since he’d been kissed like this — while he was recovering in the infirmary, he hadn’t really been in the right mindset to flirt or anything like that. Now it was just like getting back on a bike. Easy.
Silas smirked as he listened to her grade him on his kissing performance. “First time I ever got an A in anything,” he said with a chuckle. He quirked his head to one side, contemplating his own grade when she asked for it. “B plus. But.” He held up the index finger of his free hand. “You got room for extra credit, so you can probably still get an A, same as me.”
“If you want it, that is,” he added, arching an eyebrow that might’ve been a challenge.