He has to laugh again, his arms sliding around her waist.

"I know better than to piss you off, honey."

That doesn't mean he lacks the potential to do it by accident, though. No guarantees.

Her lips, her teeth, her hands make it hard for him to string thoughts together, but after a few indulgent moments with his nose buried in her hair, he manages to say,

"So, let's go to New York. As soon as you can, we'll go. I mean it."