She looked through her lashes at him. “Let us say, I’m curious to see how quickly you could unravel me given free rein.”
“Oh sweetheart… You’re what, twenty-something? I’ve been doing this longer than you’ve been around. To say that I’ve mastered the art might be exaggerating but…it’s pretty close to the truth.” He bit his lip in conceitedly satisfied manner.
“Oooh, I should be flattered, shouldn’t I.” She smirked at him. “I think I’ll want another kiss for this information. Honey, I’m thirty-two. And an empath.”