He could argue it all he liked he was still getting tickled to death. "In debt in schmedt, I say it like it is! And YOU are - hey!" The hands on her ass were a surprise but not an unwelcome one. In fact it made her stop her tickles and she growled, calming down in mood but not in desire.
"Mmmm not before dinner," she purred, then nipped at his lips before following it with a kiss. After a second she looked as if she were considering his question, leaning back. "You're on 230." That was decided finally, taking into account the drawer and the kisses and the generally being cute but he needed to earn the last twenty.