He found his eyes drawn to the shadow between her breasts, then her neck, then back, as if unable to decide on the more tempting locale. Then he recalled himself, backing up.

"Yeah, sure," he said. "Been awhile. You, ah, makin' sure I'm still behaving myself?" He smirked at her, but the effect was a little marred by the way her strangely formal presentation was distracting him.