[Meryl does flinch, but it's only out of surprise at the thrill that runs through her. To her credit, she does quickly correct herself, dipping her chin enough to initiate the contact once more. Her lashes flutter dreamily, like she's in some vapid romance novel. She'd be embarrassed, if she weren't on cloud nine.]

You - [She squeezes her eyes shut, as if it might block out what an absolute embarrassment she was becoming.] You're just as good at this as I remember. Thought it might have been a dream, honestly. Or the magic messing with my memory.