For once, I hadn't been trying to allude to the whole Robot Zimmermann thing, but his motions are amusing all the same and, grinning, I knock my shoulder against his arm playfully. Jack's come a long, long way from all that in the past year and a half, but I know it's still hard for him to show emotion sometimes. It makes sense, of course. That's not the kind of thing that's easy to change.

"I'll always want to kiss you," I tell him even as I reach out to start picking tufts of fur off his shirt, arching an eyebrow when he looks over my head and back toward the other room. Following his line of sight, I see what it is that's caught his attention and turn my grin back on him.

"Go on," I encourage him, stepping aside to lead him back toward the living room. "I think that one's my favorite, though. Maybe you should save it for last."