[ What next - her smile is patient, but warm, so very warm. Her eyes shut, and she presses the callouses of her fingertips against the back of his knuckles, smoothing across. A little hum of contemplation. ]

I was thinking sitting here, drinking for awhile. See what follows the day after, and then day after that. We must rescue your aunt - and then after that... save your home. In a day or two, you might need to see to a wound I will have gotten in the mean time.

[ In that order apparently, opens her eyes half lidded as she looks at him. Just him, and nothing else. Like there is really only one idea on her mind. ]

But you should kiss me again, first.