And thank whatever god is in charge of this place that they don't.

[Corrigan keeps up his easy smile, stepping closer and reaching out to slip an arm around her waist, finding her lower back to press her closer. The other hand moves up, cradles her chin briefly to tip it upwards, then sliding into her hair.]

Always nice to hear it again, sweetheart. [A duck down, his lips pressing to the corner of her mouth, tasting the floral tang of petals, then grazing across her cheek, towards her ear.] What's your pleasure?