[He glances over at the book and actually reaches for it to take a look.

...

Really, his wife.

Slowly his eyes move from the cover to her eyes before he drops the book just above her, the sound and weight of the book heavy.]

So.

[His hand lowers to touch the red bruise darkening on her neck—]

You want to...act out...

[—glide down her front past her collarbone—]

...and do some kind of vampire "play" in a dream...

[—to her cleavage where he'll pull down the front of that black lace to reveal more of her skin—]

........and you thought to convince me dressed like this?

[—before swiping over the lace where his fingertips would find and roughly touch and rub the dark peak just barely hidden beneath.]