Samuel didn't care about the sting on his neck or the smack on his head. He just smiled fondly, leaning his weight forward. He gently nudged the top of her head with his own forehead, his eyes dark and full of affection. "Well, we'll have to ask my brilliant wife about that. Maybe you cast a magic spell on me."
Heena's face twisted into an expression so intensely disgusted it looked like she had just been forced to eat a plate of literal garbage. She pushed his forehead away, glaring at him. "Shut your foul mouth, you black bug."
Seeing her visceral, stomach-churning reaction to his flirting, Samuel hidden a grin and hurriedly raised both hands in absolute surrender. "Sorry, sorry! My mistake."
