"Come to think of it, you may have written it down on one of my cards." Rose would never, ever be in need of a good (or bad) pick up line. Gar had supplied her with enough that she was set for a few centuries, at least.
She let out a quiet yelp when she felt his tongue on her fingers. Rose normally tried to keep a dignified air about her, but his lick had gotten a squeak and a giggle out of her. "You have to ask for it nicely."