He's sure smug all right, but she can't help but think he's earned the right. And that smug smile is so very kissable. He's free to think she's gorgeous, but she knows he's handsome. Fact.

Such a problem if this pixie dust doesn't wear off by the end of the night. But Bobbi's not worried about that. Her tail is wagging hard enough to provide propulsion. There are so many more things to chase now that she's moving in three dimensions!

"What makes you think I've got one?" She's no angel, and she knows it. How he's so convinced she's good is beyond her understanding. It's his biggest blindness. Hers is any flaw he might theoretically have, maybe. When he leans in for the kiss, she tugs his hand lightly to pull him closer. Her other hand curls around the back of his head. To hold his hat on. Seems legit.