"Thinking?" She looked at him, then looked at the fire. "Thinking about you. About me. About how good this feels." She laughed softly. "About how good it's going to feel. About how to feel this way more." Like if he left his wife and she told Saul to stuff it. "About how big you are and if I can take it when I'm flying like this."

"See, babbling." Her words weren't coming out in a rush, though, just a steady stream of thought.