Reinette's gaze flickered to Jack's hips as his hands settled there, and as her eyes returned to his face she felt herself smiling. It was answer enough. Even without his words.

It was enough.

"How promising," she conceded. "But you will not hold it against me if I form my own opinion? It is a rather difficult habit of mine."

Her eyes shifted to the bags, many and varied.

"And I really should see about getting dressed then." She glanced at the door. "It should not take long, I think."