“You asked about a taste, I was just answering.” Summer pondered. “I could probably make you fly myself. I don’t see why the way I fly wouldn’t work on you.”“That would probably count as courtship, yeah,” he replied, after a moment of thought. “Though I’m pretty sure we’re well past the ‘courtship’ point.”
Laughing, she told him, “Never. We’re always courting. Always flirting, always looking for ways to make the other one look at us.”