Despite herself, she leaned back against him, giving him a little look over her shoulder. Compliments never hurt, and he certainly was doing a rather nice job on them.
"Flatterer," she said, looking at the state of her kitchen. "And the kettle's currently smells of a brewery. Probably not good for your stomach - or mine, for that matter."
She set it on the table, covering his hands with her own. "So, looked like you and Janelle were getting on like a house afire. Surprised you didn't end up in her bed, rather than my couch."