There's a pause, as she imagines Rosalie doing just that. And then she laughs, amused and with specks of pride. With her arms resting over his shoulders, her hands wrinkle into his shirt and start pulling at it, slowly, but it doesn't lift very far before she stops. Gently runs her fingers along his back.

She plants a kiss on the top of his head, lingering for a moment before speaking into his hair. "Such an offensive crime. The utter audacity."