[ She has no complaints, being pressed up against him, and her lips brush across his as she speaks. She's enjoying the affection and closeness, his teasing and-- oh, finally, he's dismissed the fishing pole so he can hold her with two hands, properly. ]
It can't be too terrible a scent, if you're still this close to me.
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It can't be too terrible a scent, if you're still this close to me.