That WAS indeed a pickle, and not one she had any inclination of changing anytime soon. She just had to make sure to try and keep on track and not get distracted by his natural charm. Which on some days would probably be easier said than done. She nuzzled lightly against him, "Is there anything that you like me doing for you?" Well, maybe a better question was 'what did he like best' but it dawned on her that she might not get a real specific answer for either of those questions.