That look you get in your eye whenever I pay you a compliment, like you think I'm merely offering lip service. Which I am, though of an entirely different sort. I don't lie, Chloe. Omit, yes, but lie... well, it's too much work, isn't it?

[His lips kept up their work, implying exactly what sort of lip service he meant. His teeth joined, nipping gently at the side of her palm as their dancing slowed to that shuffling sway of before.]