"Your wish is my command." Even blotchy, she looks good. He wasn't kidding about trying to seduce her later, uncertain though he is whether she'd be up for it. For the moment, he piles the remaining food into the fridge and fills a glass with water.

The glass, he hands to her, before he goes in search of his videotapes. They're all neatly lined up, more neatly than if he was the one keeping track of them, and eventually, he pulls the one he wants. Pop it in the VCR, grab the remote, and they're in business.

"I'm back," he tells her, sliding his arms around her as he sits back down on the couch. "Did you miss me?"