She leans to whisper in his ear, her voice low. "I think you've mentioned it."

With a chuckle that is decidedly devious, yes, she shifts on his lap, getting comfy; she reaches around his shoulders and rakes her fingernails down his back lightly, she plants kisses along his jaw. "And it probably goes without saying," she murmurs, "But I love that you love it."

Because it makes this much more fun.