[The pointed look, and the cool night air against his skin, what had been warmed by contact, remind him he'd, in her fancy speak, 'taken a liberty' or something. He's hoping the lowlight hides the sudden flush on his face.]
That's the plan.
Unless that's what your mother would do. [There, see, he's making a joke of it. Everything's normal.]
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That's the plan.
Unless that's what your mother would do. [There, see, he's making a joke of it. Everything's normal.]