"Good." It's the word of the moment, but there's nothing wrong with that. The tiny smile on her face is so tempting, so pretty, so full of hidden promises. One of the most delightful things he's come to understand about Faye is that she's unpredictable in the best of ways. When he thinks she'll be satisfied, she wants more. When he thinks she'll be bored, she's satisfied. When he worries she wants something or someone else, she wants him.

It's beautiful, and it fills him with this inner light he can't shut off and doesn't want to shut off.

"How's dinner and dancing sound?" The dinner part is easy. For dancing, though, they'll have to improvise and he's more of a performer than a dancer anyway, but it's not traditional dance he's got in mind.

It's a very private sort of dance, just for the two of them. It doesn't happen in public.

"And maybe we can fit in another game of cards if you want. That last game was fun."

Especially the way it ended. He would lose to her every time if he could.