If nothing else, maybe she can make him feel wanted. Because she does want him, desperately-- in any century, evidently. If the woman who moved into this house doesn't, then it's her loss.

If all they do is make out on the couch and watch a movie she'll be satisfied with that, as long as he holds her. But when she pulls back a little to look at him, her gaze is hungry, her pupils wide and dark. She raises a hand to cup his jaw and leans back in to kiss him, to nip at his lower lip.