[The shiver starts with her fingernails at the bottom of his back and ripple up to leak out his mouth in a thin hum. Party grins against her mouth, hands winding around her back and gently lifting her from the couch. Gently (right now, anyway), he pulls her lower lip between his teeth, lets go to kiss the corner of her mouth.] So what was it? [And one more by her nose.] My wit? [Her ear.] My charm? [Beneath her jaw.] Or just my angelic ass?