We dress in the same tent, have you not seen them enough?

[ It's darting quick if only to cover how much she doesn't mind him at all putting his finger in her air. Fighting some need to lean into it like scratched behind the ears. But no - she knows him enough to say that he wouldn't look, he wouldn't take advantage of close space like that. Not even for his own cheek. Ventures then, dryly, go on then. ]

One, you can ask after one. A gift, a secret all to your own, for your return.