Yes, sober confessions held so much more weight than drunken ones, and he totally meant what he said (and actually meant it when he was drunk, too, but now she could truly believe him).

The feel of her skin sliding against his was a rather nice one, and it pretty obvious how much he was liking this.

Letting her get settled, he rested his arms on the rim of the tub.

"Comfy?"

Smirking in reply to her teasing, he traced his fingers along one of her arms.

"Think I'm more at yours than you are mine." She was rather easily wrapping him around her little finger like this.