Phil laughed. "Might be a little messy to eat Thai food off of you." He rubbed his thigh against her a couple times, watching her face. "Anyway, I'd rather not add any other flavors. You taste good all on your own." He raised an eyebrow. That taste was still in his mouth, and he was fairly certain--barring any disasters or invasions or incidents with the Hulk--that he'd be thinking about it all day: the way she'd tasted, and smelled, that musky scent that still clung to him.