Noble liked the sensation of her hands in his hair, the way she gave his head a tug up — there was a rush of blood accompanying the motion. His face was flushed when he smiled at her. "I'd like that," he said, earnest despite his inherent desire to be relaxed, and effortlessly interesting, whenever she was here with him.

"Would you? Like that?"

He wasn't dense; he knew what coming over would mean.