"If you think you can manage it, cowboy, sure." Her profile scuffs against his, fingers stiff and shaky against the line of his collar. Takes more time than it ought to for Chloe to flex and settle back against the counter rather than against him, wincing against the feeling crawling back into her limbs. It's only half a joke: she wants him to stay-- and there's not a doubt in her perpetually cynical mind that she'll want him back again once the space-calendar rolls around.

And there's a good amount of spent effort regarding one solid pat on the ass before she's completely out of range.

"I'll be sure to put on my best pyjamas."