When he chuckled his beard rubbed against the skin of her neck. "Never." How could she possibly imagine he could behave? First, he never behaved. Second, she was close and not squirming to get away. An ice cube has a better chance surviving in hell then King behaving.
"Liquid candy bar." He held it out for her to take while resting his fuzzy chin on her shoulder. Basically it was coffee. Under the incredible amounts of sugar and creamer.