He laughed: “I forgot. The price on your kisses has just skyrocketed to a million apiece. Don't forget my commission.”
She growled pettishly. He spoke more soberly:
“You need me yet, little lady. Don't quench my enthusiasms too roughly or I might take up some other pretty little girl as my medium of expression. There are lots and lots of pretties born every minute, but it takes years to make a director like me.”
And she knew that this was true.
“I was only fooling,” she said. “Don't be mad at me. You can kiss me if you want to.”
“I don't want to,” he said, as hurt as an overgrown boy or a prima donna.
The door opened, and a wave of light swept into the room. A voice followed it.
“Is Miss Adair in there?”
“Yes,” Kedzie answered, in confusion.
“Gent'man to see you.”