[He laughs at that string of threats, and--even in the murky semidarkness of the secret passage--reaches out to push his thumb over her cheek, a surprisingly gentle touch. It smudges off some of the mud as well.]

That sounds hot. Can I watch?

[A little off her other cheek as well, and he leans down to brush his mouth against hers--barely, just barely a kiss--]

I can't promise you'll be very clean when I'm done with you. But you'll be less muddy, anyways. All right with that?