[ One more, herself, and she's slipping away from the counter. There's a shift of her feet, so that she turns as though on a dance floor, free hand slipping about William's waist so that she might step in close, pressed into his back, and kiss the side of his neck! ]

So, why don't we play a little game of secrets? Tell little facts about ourselves, and if must stop to think on a topic, it must also come with wine~