[She'd stood and swept a throw from the nearby couch around herself with studied indifference, sensing that any blushing, uncomfortable modesty would only amuse Donnie; it wasn't her style in any case.

She looked at him for a moment, sizing him up, head tilted ever so slightly to the side.]

That's debatable.

[Then she moved towards him, letting out a theatrical sigh, then with a gentle hand on the crown of his head, tipped his head back and kissed his forehead lightly. She released him, and couldn't resist giving him a kick in the shins, smirking. She moved to leave.]

Now, I'm going for a shower. You'd best clean up, too. You smell like roadkill.