“Assault is what Loki does with you, don’t be silly.” She pried at his arm, trying to push it up so she could get to his mouth.
“Is that what that is? I’ve been wondering what to call it.” He caught a loose fistful of fabric from the couch cushion, to stop her from pulling his arm away.
“It involves asses, of course it is.” She switched to levering at his fingers, though she only ever managed to get one finger free at a time, and eventually gave up to helpless giggling. “What I do is much sweeter.”