*softly, her lips dangerously close to yours, as she draws you closer by your coat collar* Well, my Lord, I don't know about you but I have a very early start in the morning.
*kisses you lightly as her arms creep up and around your neck, and as she presses closer because you really are a lot taller than her (even when she's wearing these heels)* And late nights play havoc on my complexion. *kisses you again, humming into your mouth, her tongue tangling with yours demandingly*
*steps back then and smiles up at you (and her lips are flushed and her cheeks are flushes and it is clear to anyone with eyes that she wants you)* But as goodnight kisses go, that was rather good, my Lord.