He gave her a quick peck on the lips as he shook his head, laughing at her double entendre, though his face was a bit red from the blushing realization that yes, his hard-on was indeed visible. Throwing some charcoal and lighter fluid into the barbecue, he looked to her. "Beer might be nice. Or wine, Dr. Kissinger says I should start to drink more wine and less beer." He sighed a little, not quite ready for the "cultured" diplomatic life. "Oh, and what did you want to do for dinner tonight? The roast or the ribs?"