"I may have gotten that impression," he admitted, sounding both amused and fond. He let his fingers trace down the length of her arm in slow, lazy strokes.

There was the slightest pause as he turned the words over in his mind. He wet his lips, watching her face.

"I also got the impression that this might be somethin' you're interested in on a more..." He trailed off, looking for the word. Official? No. Christ, he was no good at this-- "... regular basis," he finished lamely.