Luke beams in reply as she kisses his cheek. "I guess you did show me a little bit. The cheese got grated after all." So they both wound up getting what they wanted. Luke can live with that.

With his grin still firmly in place, he moves around the corner of the counter and up behind Fortescue. "Oh yeah? You won't find this in a catalogue." He leans into her warmly and his hand slides up the back of her thigh, then squeezes her rear once it gets there.

"I'll grate your cheese anytime," he murmurs against the side of her neck, though he can't get all of it out without chuckling at the ridiculousness of trying to use that sentence as a euphemism.