I'd rather fly the spitfire than be it. [ peggy continues to massage her fingertips into his shoulders -- knowing that when it comes to loosening muscles, some ache is necessary. ] Wouldn't that be something. To hop in my very own aeroplane with you sketched on the side of it like a proper pin-up.

[ -- oh no, this will not end well. or, at least, it won't end in propriety. ]