Reinette allowed his words, and her own laughter in response to them wash through her. As it faded she caught Jack's cheek with one hand, and lifted her face up to press another brief, warm kiss against his mouth. She was smiling as she did so.

And offered no other comment to her actions.

It stood alone.

The rest she had words on.

"Fun," she breathed. "You think it will be fun. First the idea to stroll across the lawns of Versailles unclothed." There was no tentativeness now as she referred to their day together, in France. "And now this. Just have strange notions of 'fun' Jack."