"Oh, I forget just how it went right now," Toffee said. "Besides there'll be lots of time for all this dull conversation later. Right now...."
"Are you trying to hold something back from me?" Marc asked suspiciously.
"Nothing," Toffee said. She pulled herself closer, brushed her lips playfully across his cheek. "Absolutely nothing." She slipped her arm around his neck.
The next few seconds were characterized with quiet struggle as Marc disengaged himself from her determined embrace.
"Next time hold something back," he said confusedly. "There's just so much that human flesh and blood can stand, you know."
"And you have so little of either," Toffee said. She gazed at him reflectively. "Kissing you is like tying on your bib over a plate of bleached bones."
"Leave it to you to paint a disgusting picture," Marc shuddered.
"Give me a good heaping plate of bleached bones any time," Toffee said. "I'd prefer it."
"May I remind you," Marc said coolly, "that it was you who hurled yourself into my arms? You seemed to be all for it at the time."