[Half a groan, half a laugh, he accommodates the shift easily, gladly. Less glad to be denied a kiss yet again--but she's close, at least--]

You could. Or you couldn't. I'm forgetting what we're arguing about. I'm forgetting everything. Can't concentrate at all. C'mere--kiss me and I'll get the gifts and come back and kiss you again.

[And he leans up to close that distance between them, to try to kiss her one more time, just as he's threatened to do.]