She did not laugh, exactly. Rather expelled a breath that was both sound and air. It was a good deal more than concern, where they began. Or contentment. Reinette imagined it to be happiness. In a sheer, uncomplicated form.

She glanced to where his mouth had touched her hand.

"Did you know Jack? That until I met you I had never stepped foot from my own country. London. Wales. And now upstairs?" Reinette smiled and glanced at the stairs behind him.

"I am becoming a world traveler."

Her chin lifted slighted, changing the dynamic of the narrow air between them.

"Show me then, Jack."