She puts her hands around his waist and before he can utter a protest she kisses him gently on the lips. His body is frozen in panic but his lips yield to hers and pucker slightly to match her example. The feel of her moist mouth on his is unfamiliar in a fantastic sort of way.
Consolata: Thank you for fixing my computer, Walter. You know, you could do a lot for a woman with those lips, have you ever?
Walter just shakes his head as Consolata breaks off the kiss and her hands move to his chest.