"That's a steal," I insist before he makes it more or less impossible to say much at all. It's probably for the best. Reminding him that others pay much more than that for me might not have been the wisest decision.

I move a hand to his back, fingers twisting into the fabric of his tshirt, the hand on his chest drift lower.

"So... about that coin collection of yours," I say quietly against his lips, biting down not so gently to make it clear I'm not actually interested in the coins.