Her smile was like a fishhook, reeling him in, and he followed her close into the kitchen (he couldn't help himself, but that smile! It was one that promised to soothe all his worries, ease all frustrations; one that made it so hard to remember why he would stop himself?!) and cupped her face in his hands, returning her coy smile with one of his own. "My kind of excitement," he said, before kissing her warmly on the lips, feeling himself desperate to melt his body against hers.