She was sleek and soft, cool against him and so gentle that the touch was no disrespect to his ghosts. They'd have liked her. A wistful, inane thought that Christine banished with the firm close pressure of a sure kiss.

He leaned his head slightly--the angle was narrower than he was used to, how new--and parted his lips just a little to catch at hers, seeking permission but not insisting. It would be a bit awkward, but they could be closer if she wished it.

That would feel nice. She was lovely.