"Well, you're a psychic, so you probably don't know how it works, but most people can't read minds. And most dudes can't even read body language outside a poker table. Next time you want me to know something, you should probably write it down. Tattoo 'Property of Sophie Frost' on my ass or something, I don't know."
When she came closer, he found himself putting his arm around her briefly. It wasn't quite a hug, but it still felt intimate. "You don't have to tattoo me just to get a peek at my hindquarters, though. It's a cute butt, I won't blame you for staring."