"Tuck me up, and don't sit in that far corner all the time.

You make me feel chilly to look at you.

I hate sentimental people, but if you tried hard and were nice I could work up quite a lot of sentiment just now." He laughed, and tucked her up as required.

Then he lit a cigarette and slipped his arm round her waist.

"Is that better ?" he said.
"Much.