Clint was old. Kate could do almost anything on a sofa, and not have to worry about breaking her back. Heck, she practically had done everything on a sofa, and so far her back remained unbroken. That didn't mean she wouldn't want to go to bed, though. If the offer came up.
"Aren't you?" Was her response. Dark, brown eyes looked up into his, glinting with playfulness, with desire. She raised one delicately sculpted eyebrow at him, now a little worried he didn't want... well.
Maybe he was trying to take this slow. Maybe there was wisdom in that. But Kate had never been accused of being wise. Especially not in matters of the heart.