A soft moan in her throat, Karen arches up just slightly against his touch, not in a rush but seeking out more all the same. It's not something she could ever get tired of — his hands on her, his mouth, the way he calls her beautiful like he means it. Hearing that, it's hard to continue joking in any real capacity. All things considered, she really can't bring herself to mind. As with everything she was saying in the first place, it's worth it.

"You've got a hell of a mouth," she says, wry and warm, "you know that?"