Reinette balanced the weight of Jack's coat onto one arm, so that she might take his hand. It still smelled of him, she realized then. However Louis had stored in within that trunk and not allowed the scent to dissipate, but rather kept it close. It was mildly disconcerting, but hardly unmanageable.

She failed to catch his glance as his fingers closed over her own. Instead Reinette's gaze slipped from the coat to his hand. It was not that looking at his skin, clean and healthy and strong caused her to recall what he looked like before. Rather she was captivated by the now, and the in between. What caused it, and the man that managed it. It was not a difficult thing, she suspected. And though they had never discussed it.

At his offer her eyes flickered up to his, warm and the glimmer of pleasure there undisguised. It was brief, but genuine.

"I will not say no."

Unguided, her fingers slipped close to a button that was absolutely not the one Jack indicated. There was the thought of it, that it might lead anywhere. But more than anything it was to tease the man next to her. Out of himself. Away from his thoughts. And thus that much closer.

That was all.

Closer.

With another tilt of her mouth Reinette's fingers did precisely as they were bid and depressed the button as originally instructed.