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With some finagling, he tops up his own glass and sets the bottle -- almost empty now -- on the coffee table before leaning back again, curling the arm behind her around her shoulders. "Pretty productive, actually," he says, dropping a kiss to her temple and idly smoothing his fingertips up and down along Toni's upper arm. "Tiring, but productive."