"I'll be he's loving it. He likes pretty girls." Sam grinned, a dimple dotting his smile. He took his beloved's hand and brought it to his lips and kissed it. "Well as long as he's okay, would you show me around? I mean, again."
He didn't let go of her hand, in order to keep it busy because she was wearing the Greek dress that starred in his fantasies and he didn't think mauling her right here and now was appopriate or timely.