She stares at him a little too long and he wonders if he's crossed a line, or if he hasn't crossed one he ought to have. It's been a long time since he felt this socially clueless, and some part of him delights in that too. She is certainly an adventure.

Then she looks around conspiratorially and tells him the neighbors won't mind. His bark of laughter is loud enough that if she does have any, they definitely heard. "I don't think you would care if they did," he points out, mischief catching.

Somehow the suggestion of them getting up to illicit things is safer territory. That's what this entire place wants them to do. Surely that's nothing to pay attention to. Nothing that means anything between them.

Besides, doesn't she need help with her house? He'd love to have a regular bath -- they can get credit for all the fucking they're doing. It's reasonable, as far as this jail goes.

He slides a hand down her arm and up her back, and this time when he kisses her his tongue joins in, searching until he gets a good gasp from her.

"Is this what you were thinking about while I was gone? Taking you in the garden?" Maybe he doesn't want the real answer to that question, but the ease of their game fits better than...whatever was happening a minute ago.