Re: In-person: Sam A/Cris M
Thirty-seven days, huh? [He grins.] Not bad. You know when I cave, I cave hard. [It's tease, easy, as he holds her, touches her light. He likes her lil hum and he exhales close after he finishes talking.] Maybe. I'll live to regret it, but that's alright. [He smiles, a thing that warms and deepens as she turns, ass against the table.—She asks for a tour, and he obliges, huh? Real gentlemanly.
Cris loops his elbow 'round Sam's waist, hand on her ass, and he steers her to the right. (Real gentlemanly.) He leads her through the area cordoned off as the kitchen.] This is the kitchen, where milkshakes are made pure and on demand. [Another dumb, love-loopy smile at her.—To the living room area, couches hemming it in, the woodstove warming them as they pass by.] These are sofas. You sit on 'em. [His eyebrows go up. He's a smug shit when he asks:] Any questions so far?