"Think I might have, actually, a time or two."

It's a good rule to live by, as far as Gene Hunt is concerned. She's snickering when his arms loop around her, tipping her head back against his chest so she can see his face.

"Think that's a fine idea, though y'should know better than t'assume I'd let anythin' take a chunk outta you that wasn't me," she murmurs, hands sliding over his wrists.