Malcolm's hand pauses between her legs and he stops kissing her neck to look up at her.

"Yes," he says, a warm feeling flowing through him. "I can make love to you."

He would have done it then, even without saying it, but he agrees that it's different now. All of his cards are on the table. Both of them know that they love each other.

Malcolm slips his hand in hers and tugs her out into the bedroom.