Oh no she doesn't. She's not getting away with that.

His arm stretches out to hook around her waist, and he pulls her right back onto him. The fag gets chucked at the fire, not loosening his grip on her for an instant even though he doesn't rise from his back.

'An' you'd be alrigh' with that, would you?'

His gaze flicks down to her lips and back uo to her eyes.

'I doubt it. 'cos I reckon,' he leans up a bit, so he's speaking against her ear, just as she was, 'you want it jus' as much as I do.'