He whipped his tongue out from her collar and tracked wet kisses from her ear to her mouth, sinking back into his seat and pulling her close so that she was leaning over him. "You doubt me?" His touches turned langurous and gentle, his hands stroking up her sides. "You think I've got reserves of sensibility enough to withstand you, you godsdamn battering ram of a woman?" He sighed, a sound close to purring, and reached up to the back of her neck to find the hollow at the base of her skull. His fingertips dragged through the thick, soft dark hair which was just growing out long enough to whorl in inconvenient cowslicks. Before he spoke, he snapped his teeth at her in a snake-quick mock threat, and grinned. "I'm out of fucking practice. —Were you serious about this being an adolescent courtship ritual?"