She wrapped her arms around his neck, shifting to sit on his lap, her frame light. "I love you too, Craw. Even if you make me blush."
"Dead to me, Craw," she murmured in his ear before kissing below his earlobe. "Never talking to you again."
"Yeah," she said with a nod. She picked up her bag and headed to one corner before twirling her finger at him. "Turn around, though."