In the heels, she almost doesn't have to lean up to kiss him. She does anyway, swaying into him for a quick brush of their mouths. Then she pokes him in the chest and pushes him backwards through the door until she can close it behind her.

She could sing, but decides not to distract and just keeps pushing until he's by the futon. Instead of telling him to sit, she pushes gently, eyebrows up and head cocking toward the bed. C'mon. Play along.