The cookie was currently all over her shirt and all over his righthand glove, in fact. So clearly both items had to go.

But not while she had his lip fastened between her teeth. A unfamiliar sort of shudder ran a marathon up and down his spine, and maybe he did remember the sensation after all, but it was distant and vague and terrifying. Yeah, bit more than a year for him. Try over a decade. "Ye should know better than t'accuse me of such treachery."

He tugged up the hem of her t-shirt, cueing her to lift up her arms. That had to go, then he could help her with the armor and lost it, finally lost my mind here, only a matter of time-