"God, Valkyrie," I say, because god, Valkyrie, right now, is blowing my mind. I lean forward to kiss her, hard, without moving my hands except to maybe pinch a little more, to work out how far I can go with that. "I mean," I say, resting my forehead on hers, eyes flicking between her eyes and lower, "I hope you're prepared now that I'm going to be groping you all the time."