"Rum counts as food, right?" Jim answered with a playful grin, tipping his head away to offer up his neck when she kissed it. His hand on her waist smoothed up and down her side, keeping her close, and he glanced sideways to catch a glimpse of her face. "You've grown fond of it, I see. And it seems to have a very liberating effect on you."

That, for the record, was not Jim complaining. He found himself a little too distracted, if anything, but he didn't want her to move away.