Colby immediately took Yuma down so that her back was to the seat of the couch. On his knees and hands over her, he had her trapped. Somehow, he didn't manage to press his body against her's. So tall, he actually put a good distance between them while keeping her on the couch. His eyes narrowed and a serious but not unhappy look overcame him. "How are you doing that Yuma?" He whispered, his body language and voice likely to make any short girl beneath him feel like she was the center of the world. His words were hers, his voice, his tall and fit body too. "The way your words weaves the idea that I won't have much time with you tomorrow... And yet your voice spells a totally different idea." He smirked and looked to the television. "Forgive the horseplay Yuma. I guess I have some pent up tension from earlier today."