"Mm," Emilie nodded. She pulled herself up from her position hanging over his shoulder, she was a little tired of feeling like she was a dishtowel.

"You're really that desperate, aren't you?" Emilie leaned her head against his shoulder, nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck, her arms still draped over his chest.

"Maybe you should start with being nicer to him? They say it's always the quiet ones, you know."