[Just that little movement, his hand coming closer, is thrilling. The light touch turns into a gentle rub, going up a finger, down a knuckle, to his wrist, then making his way back up to repeat the process.]

I don't have the patience to wait for you to finish your book, darling. Plus, those always are heavily edited. The publishing house always wants you to exaggerate. I want the raw truth.

[A humorous tone in his voice. He knows Taryon is prone to that all on his own already.]

Why don't you tell me, hmm, your best childhood memory.