Clyde gave a soft pleased rumble, shifting a little under her until they were both comfortable. His arms wrapped nicely around her. This was not bad, not bad at all.
"I suppose I could head in first, if you don't mind. I promise not to get too drunk before you get there." He laughed softly, giving her temple a quick kiss. "How are you doin'? Really doin'?" His accent wasn't as thick when he was around her. He didn't have to pretend to be some dumb hick.
His fingers traced over her arms and side. It was just a soft steady petting of sorts as he warmed himself by the fire. He could easily fall asleep here.