Her eyebrows both sweep upward at that pronouncement. "You have met Emily, Arthur. She turns six shades of crimson if she wanders into the kitchen for breakfast and you're kissing me good morning in front of the kettle." Of course it doesn't precisely stop her, at the moment, from enjoying his caress. She allows her eyes to drop closed while she murmurs, "I signed up for some classes this morning," primarily to change the subject.