“I was /thinking/ about before that!” she mock-grumped. “After he came back, he was reformed.” Thoughtfully, she nibbled at his knee through his pants. “I was busy that day, you may recall.”
Tony snorted. “Does the denim taste good?” he wondered, before he carried on. “Well, nothing happened the day he showed up to seek asylum, even if I took my shirt off. And before that, I was a bit too busy getting thrown out a window to try making out with him. Gravity’s a bitch that way.”
This time she licked it. “Hmmm. Put on clean pants, these taste of engine grease. I thought you thought of that kind of thing as courtship?”