Christian smiled and drew Lissa into a kiss. “Maybe…” he commented sheepishly with a sly grin. “Now come on, Queenie. You look like you could eat a horse, with that look you’re giving me.”
“ i’ll work on that, then. ” she smiled after the kiss, though it diminished a little at his words. “ i’m not giving you a look. ” not intentionally, at least, and she had no mirror to check. nonetheless, she took a seat.