He melt's a little when she's in his lap. His hands going to her hips stroking them carefully as he kisses her like there isn't a care in the world.

When she breaks the kiss he smiles at her like she's hung the moon. It's a compliment, the idea that he might be bothered by it. Apparently he didn't forget how to kiss during his seventy years in the ice.

"Yeah well, I'm pretty sure I learned it all from you -- Kept having flash backs to kissing you, familiar. You sure you're not putting your old memories in my head?"