"He gets real cuddly when he's stoned. Quality kisser. All that posh English sneering must be a good workout for the lips." Eliot reminisced up toward the ceiling for a second. When he looked back down, his eyes weren't on Penny, but the couch he was sprawled on. "In fact, our last little rendevous was on that couch."

Of course, they'd had all their clothes on at the time, but Penny had no way of knowing that. And he wouldn't, so long as Eliot's thoughts remained guarded.