She laughs, and the sound is like bells on the breeze, gentle and melodic and cascading, nearly a titter if there were anything innocent about it. She places her hands on his chest, fingers sliding up to his collarbone. It's gentle enough to be inviting, but make no mistake, it's firm. If she wants to, she could turn on a dime and shove him away.

"Big words for a woman y'just met ten minutes ago."

She doesn't move back, but she ain't still, either. Her body is lithe and warm against his, powerful for how petite she is. She don't know him from Adam, but she thinks she likes him.