She is such a good audience!

He really likes the gory parts.

This is unsurprising and kind of cute. She snuggles closer.

Cozy! Mmmmmm.

Mmm. 

"You were right, that's a good poem."

"I'm glad you liked it!"

"I think probably not quite as much as you, though."

Giggle.

"Not that that's saying much."

"It's a good poem."

"Mhm." Hug.

Yes. Hug. He closes his eyes and sighs contentedly.

Mmmm snuggle.

"It's probably not a great sign that this feels quite this good," she sighs.

"Mm?"

"Skin hunger. Like when water is far too delicious because you're dehydrated."

"Ah."

Hug.

Hug. "So I know you wanna flip off the curse but remember how I said consensual sex doesn't count?"

"Mm. Tempting as that is, I don't think I want to find out how the curse would try to interfere."

"I wouldn't really expect that to happen..."

"No? I'm a little surprised."

"Curse seems to run on asshole ex-boyfriend's definition of consent, which doesn't really allow for subtleties like 'revoked in the middle'."

"Mm," he says acknowledgingly.

"Even if it weren't for the curse I'm - not very sure of myself that way. I've had a long time to pick up bad habits. I don't want to do something I'll regret."

"Fair enough. It's just I have a lot more ability to enjoy sex when it's been a while since the curse managed to get me and I should probably go out and let it do its thing before the backlog gets really regrettable, so I thought it would be a good opportunity."

"I see what you mean, but..." He shakes his head. He hugs her some more.

"If you don't think it's a good idea I won't push or anything," she shrugs. Hug.

And what a good cozy hug it is.