He looks down at her hand on his chest for the brief moment it’s there and when she moves away, his shoulders drop a bit. So it’s like that, is it?

He’s still not sure but...well, he hadn’t planned this. It’s a chance occurrence that has her in his room tonight, she isn’t here exactly by choice. He can hardly be disappointed - and the invitation to keep an eye on her had been made out of concern for her welfare. There was no ulterior motive. So he tells himself not to be a twat and puts a smirk on his face.

‘Well, I won’ tell him if you don’t.’

Beat.

‘An’ if you die in th’ night, I’ll be sure t’tell him that you insisted on drinkin’ half the bottle an’ it were bugger all t’do wi’ me.’