Veronica laughed, brow raising higher, a touch disbelieving. "Aesthetically speaking," she protested, holding up a hand. "You have the overwhelming advantage of long legs." Not that her own weren't long, but they didn't exactly have as far up to go.

In any case, joke or no joke, she'd hardly make an exception for Sam and she wasn't the least bit tempted to start. Later, though, when he was back to normal, later... For the first time in a long time, things like that seemed possible. Maybe she'd regret them later - almost certainly she would - but right now, she was bizarrely optimistic. I really never do learn.