"Kissing is the best," Mira agrees wholeheartedly. Kisses sound great right now. It's been a while since she was kissed.

She snorts at his slightly obvious look at her chest. "Kavanagh," she says,, "you know I'm all for scientific inquiry, but not outside a warehouse. I'm a classy lady, I'll have you know."

She grins, tossing her head a little, and leans her shoulders against the brick next to him, cold and rough against the skin bared by a low backed dress. After a minute she bends way back, tipping her face up to the starry sky until she can't see anything else and feeling the world spin with just Davin breathing next to her to hold her down.

"Oh," she says, abruptly, as if it's somehow related, and stands straight, "I'm supposed to paint you."