She finishes her drink and stretches back on the bed again, looking across at him. Her tone is somewhat bemused, somewhat affectionate, and yes, as always, somewhat exasperated.

"You know, I'd consider that once. Fun. But then I found out my boss was a right terror, who has no compunction about knocking on my door at all hours, and dragging me out of bed to help pull bodies out of the canal. And if he's not doing that, he's keeping me up all night going over financial records and filling flip chart after flip chart with known associations and snouts and odd relations who might owe him a favour or two."

"If you ask me, he's the one who works too hard." That is definitely a tease, as her Gene has many times been the one to bugger off to the pub before she did.