How could she not laugh at that? "I do not squeak. I make outraged sounds that happen to be higher pitched than your manly baritone." She was moving with him, happy to shift positions into something that had her straddling his lap, facing forward, sitting to lean her back against his chest as she tipped her head up to nip at his jaw. "So tell me, superstud. What kind of squeaks are you hoping for tonight? More bedframe abuse?"