Xanthippe was watching his face as he talked. Between that, and his voice, and his words, and the taste on her tongue - her taste on her tongue - it was all a pretty heady feeling.

"You're ridiculous," she murmured.

But he was not.

And even if he was, what was she when she went ahead and kept her eyes on his as she took a second, long, thorough lick up over the head of the toy?