Lily's adjusted, but there are times where the smell hits her. Particularly when she stuffs her face against his fur, or when he's wet from the rain. It's not necessarily bad, but still not something she wants to smell on a consistent basis. She also doesn't understand her husband's proclamations about her smelling so good (though it would make sense, living with a bunch of boys, wouldn't it?).

"I wouldn't be surprised if you did, though." Well, let the fidgeting begin... seeing as he he's not letting up, going so far as to dip his fingers under her panties. It's not the first time he's gotten handsy while Sirius is there. That fact still doesn't prevent the heat from flooding her cheeks. "You egged him on enough about the mailman." A pause. "James." It's meant to sound exasperated, but it sounds breathless, much to her chagrin.

Also? Doggy kisses are much different from human kisses. She sputters when that rough tongue swipes up her face, catching her mouth. Eugh, where has his tongue been? "I think you've earned the title of neighborhood terror." After quickly scrubbing her lips, she gives him a good head scratch.