"Back then," Reinette echoed. "Yes." It stood repeating because there were moments that she needed reminding of it. That for all their fits and starts, and the fairly brief amount of time spent together? It did begin some time ago. She pulled herself from those thoughts.

"When you were not interesting, if I recall."

Jack had been smiling before. But something in his expression changed and the air that surrounded him seemed to change with it. It brought to bind a certain ruined dressing gown.

And for a moment Reinette was caught in her mind, cataloging drenched dressing gowns and rumpled silk and all the other abuse to her clothing.

And then? She was not.

Her feet no longer touched the floor and she was given a rather intimate reintroduction to the front of Jack's coat.

"...Jack."

For a woman that lived to expect monsters in corners and under beds, he had managed to catch her off guard. He did more than most.

"My feet work quite well, thank you."