Now, he can't go saying something like that and not expect Abigail to suddenly get a whole lot closer.

"Mmmm," is her reply, from very near his ear. Smiling, she touches his cheek, turns his head a bit, and leans in for a slow, very distracting kiss.

"The wine's gone to our heads," she laughs. "Any more and we'd need rope to tie ourselves up in the saddles."