She watches the smooth line of his throat as he tips his head back and tries not to react. She's worked so hard at this, not pushing him for anything really, but she remembers being able to run her lips along his skin, and it sends a shiver through her that she has to hold in check.

"Of course," she forces out instead, nodding her head. She doesn't have any real Christmas plans, this is it, so she can totally drink as much as she wants and sleep till noon. "I got you something," she says, pushing the parcel towards him. She'll talk herself out of it if she waits much longer, and besides, she wanted to give it to him.