He welcomes the warm weight of her into his lap, smiling wider when she teases at his shirt. He rolls his eyes at her, sliding his hands around her back and idly playing with the zipper under the sweater.

Then she winks, and he just laughs, the sound rolling over him as he slides it down and opens the dress much more easily than before. "If I was not so determined to get it off, I would leave it on out of spite."

But he is not about that life right now, so he tugs her sweater off, then shimmies the dress off right after. Naturally, the zipper gets caught in her hair, and he sighs heavily as he gently untangles it. "Not one word. In any language."