She kisses him. Tenderly. And a bit of that male hardness ebbs a bit, replaced with a mischievousness that is uncharacteristic of him. He pulls her in, and with the finger that was minutes past, drying toes, pushes back her hair. “Nimekumiss” He says. “Aaaaaah, uongo!” The way she says it betrays her. Or her beginnings at least. You can hear a bit, and I swear, just a bit of the Murang’a in Njoki. It only appears when she is vulnerable. Or emotional. Or horny. The practiced Ls disappearing, and in their place her native tongue reappears. But she catches herself again.