Neil's eyes drifted briefly shut as her fingers mapped his face, the blessedly familiar feel of that loving touch both electric and soothing. It started his mind to drifting again, just a tiny bit, a ghost of before. It wasn't enough to distract him--save for the fact that he was still emphatically distracted by the prospect of sex, and the potential benefits of being on his knees while she wore a short enough dress to push up over her hips...

He made himself open his eyes and focus on what she was saying--and it didn't make sense. It earned her another thoughtful frown as he released her hand, letting his fall to rest on her knee, fingers absently tracing the side along the bent curve of her leg.

"But...there was nothing rough to that, and we weren't even having sex." he pointed out curiously, watching his fingers travel higher up her leg, stroking along the line between the hem of her dress and her bare skin. "How are they alike?"