She sighed, "I know. They're so fragile." she looked at him, "So what do you have to keep you warm on cold nights? Memories of her lips.. Kisses on your neck.. do you even remember how good it feels to have a woman's touch..?" the tips of her fingers touched the hand that wasn't cradling his wine, the skin underneath warming almost immediately. "The way her skin feels against yours?" her fingers brushing upwards slowly.