“Oh,” she said with exaggerated surprise, “I thought I was asking you for ideas.” She giggled under his kiss, winding both arms around his neck. “What is this best idea I’ve had just now?”
He spluttered out indignantly and then allowed a smile to tug at his lips, rolling his eyes in fond exasperation. “So, you climbing onto my lap and wriggling is entirely innocent, huh?”
“Maybe not /innocent/ … ” she drawled. She grinned at him, nose wrinkling. “So you don’t like my idea, then?”