[Spock slips in and closes the door behind him. There's no one home, but it's something of a habit, he supposes.

He puts his best poker face on.]

Well, I did what you said, complimented her, let her talk, all that. And... We kissed. A lot. [A crack of a grin breaks out.] Made it to fist base.

[He walks further into the room and takes a seat at the foot of the bed.]

She's fantastic, Jim. As a person, I mean, not a kisser. Though actually, she's pretty fantastic at that, too.

[He's pretty pleased with how the night had gone.]