Waving her hand dismissively, Gretchen reruffled his hair when he dropped his hand, fixing it the way she liked it. "You know you dream about me," she responded, airily. "Don't even try to deny it."
She twisted slightly in his grasp, looking at the papers spread on the desk in front of him. "Working hard?" she mocked, not unkindly, then tapped her lips with a finger, changing the subject without warning. "Hey, who do we know who's into Asian relics?"