She uses the moment he takes to find his breath to sip some water and rinse her mouth, sorry if that messes with any Playboy-oriented fantasies he has. By the time she takes his offered hand she's all smiles, and hopefully he'll pardon the air of self-satisfaction. That was fun. (And she's not worried, eventually she'll get a louder response out of him since she's quite willing to put in the time.)

"If we hurry," she says while resting a moment in the crook of his neck. Honestly, that voice. It's enough to make her melt if that wouldn't be wholly unconducive to hearing more of it.

If she's candid with herself, Carol might be the smallest bit nervous about breaking the ice in an actual bedroom. Not enough to make her hesitate, thankfully. As soon as he's ready to go, she'll make quick work of gathering her things. The catfish can wait in its cooler until she's damn good and ready to do something with it.