Meredith makes a sound in her throat, both agreement and approval, her ability to sit still deserting her altogether. "No, but I could have guessed," she says, gaze unwavering as she moves quickly forward, impatient again to get close, to touch him. She presses against him with another contented little hum; as ways to warm up go, she can't think of any better. "How much?" Kissing him without waiting for an answer, running a hand down his side to his hip, she's pretty fond of her plans herself.