He'd had a lot of practice with the kissing thing. Well, with the whole thing. The only thing he hadn't had a lot of experience with was the relationship part of things. Niamh could teach him a thing or twelve about that.

Tony held her close then toppled them both down onto the bed. The kiss was broken with the impact and Tony had one of those insufferable grins on his face. "How's my hypothesis working out now?"

Yes. Or Tony got stinking drunk and threw a party that got way out of hand. He would show off for the groupies, even if he wouldn't actually touch the groupies.