Baze unclenches his fists, and wraps his arms around Oswin's slender waist. He leans his cheek on her sternum, blowing a raspberry. "Ugh. People. It'd be so much easier if I were a hermit."

This is a lie. Baze wouldn't be able to survive a week alone, and he knows it.

"Oswin. What does it mean when someone wants you to kiss them properly?"