Reinette's mouth compressed slightly as she opened the door only be be greeted by the sight of Jack, his coat gathered in his arms. There was a rustle of sir meeting fabric and by it she knew it had dropped back to the sofa, but her gaze remained on the man before her.

Not his empty hands now filled -- or distracted -- with his own hips. Not his stance and the expression in his eyes.

Just Jack.

The whole of him.

Louis probably thought he was punishing him somehow, removing the man from something was was so much a part of him. But Reinette was glad of it now. Glad that it had not been with him. Damaged and most certainly by now destroyed.

It simply would not do.

Reinette chose not to comment on the matter at all, a very deliberate decision.

"Shall we?"