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?”“That does tend to happen, working in the workshop,” he responded reasonably. “And free fall is only courtship if parachutes or wings are included.”
“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.”