He would take that as an invitation, thank you very much, and so hopped up there himself. He shook his boots off to let them lie with her shoes (hey, nice little referential pun there, when one thought about it...if shoes were wont to copulate; fucking shoes).

Well, anyway: he sat there alongside her, leaning over her, considering her again, and twining a lock of her hair in his fingers. Another smile--one of his sweeter, more charming ones.

"Look at you. How did you get yourself into this strange set of circumstances?"

And he bent to kiss her again.