Stavanger Bay I'm gonna lay my favorite shirt out neat

Her serpentine smile coiled, moving around to allow him room.
They worked together to open and eat the crab. She, of course, offered him some. It was good. Salty but a bit sweet. Perhaps it would turn into her favourite treat; she'd find out.
It certainly had potential.

Once they were done, she drifted closer to him and, if allowed, pressed her shoulder to him and touched her nose to his cheek. Forward and possibly dangerous but she didn't care. He seemed intoxicated with her. 
"Thank you," she murmered, close to his ear. She wanted to see what buttons she pressed did what.