"We'll have to see, won't we?" she says, his mouth eliciting a quiet gasp as he descends her body.

If pressed, outside the moment, she'd say that she doesn't care. Not at all. But here, in her bed, their limbs tangled and his lips skimming over her skin, it'd be hard for her to say she doesn't want him to remember things.

But she'll take what she can get.