Look, stickiness was just going to be part of the evening. Part of bringing food and drink -- even romantic, kind of sexy food and drink -- into the bedroom.

"I don't know if I've told you recently," Annie murmured, shifting to press a slightly-sticky kiss of her own to his shoulder, "how, like, ridiculously hot you are."

She probably had. And also there was that whole thing with actions and words and all, but the champagne was kind of doing its thing, and she felt like saying it right now, too.