I like you more, and I win that argument because we're in my house.

[ Kissing his way up a neck (carefully avoiding a horn) he sets his mini-me down and cups Molly's cheek just to feel the warmth of him, thumb brushing back and forth as he takes in the sight of him. Beautiful and a little soggy around the edges, a flash of thigh on view beneath that overlarge shirt. ]

Would you mind terribly if we took a nap? I know it's not very sexy but I've been on my feet since seven.