Her eyes widen and then automatically close, and when he leans back and smiles like that, what else is she to do but give him an almost equally smug smile back?

And then it's her turn to lean forward, and she offers him her apple. "Want a bite?" She tilts her head. "I know the effect's not the same without the fig leaves."

But hell, he could see her in those any old time. They've been on the floor of his closet for months.