He, unfortunately, will never forget his own tastes. He stops with her, still with that impish grin plastered on his face, waiting for her to take a dig, but there she goes, dismissing him again. He doesn't mind. He's almost never minded.

Everything may feel confusing, and his memory hazy, but the one thing that hasn't changed is being so drawn to her.

"Bossy," he remarks, but he slips his hand into hers to take her up to his room, which draws ever-closer.