Louise rolled her eyes wordlessly at his jocular, almost too-literal sense of humour. It definitely had been a while since they'd been together if he was still able to get a rise out of her. But once his warm hands slid themselves up to grasp hers in a loving gesture, all was forgotten as her heart managed to thaw a dozen degrees, and before she could fathom what she was doing, she reached across the bar and pulled him into a kiss--tentative at first before settling into it. One hand broke free from his to gently trace lines down his cheek, brushing stubble and over the fine wrinkles which defined the effects of his life.

After a few moments, Louise pulled away gently and nestled her forehead against his.

"Mmm, indeed," she murmured in agreement.