Fred's lips parted, her tongue licking at them. It had been good. Very good, and now it was gone. It made her feel warm and fuzzy, light, but strangely centered and attached to the world. Her mind, in the fog, seemed able to work through things it hadn't before. There were equations forming that seemed impossible, yet he was pulling her back, away from the math, her sweet math. No, there were his eyes.
"Yes, very nice." Her voice was a little lower, the accent a little thicker. It had gotten increasingly so. "Just a pretty, deliciously fluffy dream. You'll be my shadow man." She smiled, even giggled a little. That seemed to work well enough. Her mind could accept that. She could accept that.
She licked her lips again, watching him as if from some other place. She wanted to sleep, or to find a large piece of paper. She tried to remember what she had in the basement to use. There were things that needed to be written down, and if she didn't do it soon, she'd lose it all.
"You're tacos and waffles." Okay, so even now, now that the worst was over, she was babbling. "And sundaes. And sex. I like sex."