Certainly something to file away. For all she's a physical sort of woman--for all there's a lot of arm-holding and cheek-kissing--being properly kissed is somewhat more novel these days than she'd prefer. Definitely an unspoken message to keep in mind.

Or speak. Whichever. "My pleasure." Her hand shifts from his chin, thumb rubbing where the faintest shimmer of lipstick had been left behind. "You need another one to hold you over 'til thirty-nine, you just give a whistle. You know how to whistle, don't you?"