"Snake couldn't eat me. I'd shoot it first," he pointed out with a bit of distraction in his voice. Although he didn't know the finer points of shooting giant snakes, he imagined a bullet between the eyes would kill it no matter how big the damn thing was. It was suddenly difficult to consider the intricacies of killing snakes though.
"Already told you I'd do it. No need to butter me up first," he murmured, his voice hitching. Despite his words, he slid a hand into her hair, holding her gently in place in case she got the bright idea that he was telling her to quit. Tilting his head, he claimed her lips with more heat than was appropriate for sitting on the couch in the middle of the rec room.
She started it, though, with all her massage talk and kissing and moving closer.