His hands kept moving on her, gentle, slow, teasing touches. She was the woman he loved. Sure, he had younger friends, and most were women, but he had them because he couldn't help but reach out to people who were like he had been. And he would never look at them like he looked at her.
He laughed at her words. "Hairy man-pelt? I wouldn't ask you that... not without pineapple or chocolate, anyway." He winked at her.