Oh Reinette really was very clever, wasn't she? And more than that, Jack was aware of it. He was so aware of how she moved and how she shifted and how her hand touched here and there and discreet in such a way that it could never truly have been accidental. He understood how it all worked, and he could appreciate the process, as well as indulge in it.

Because more than anything, that was most certainly what he was doing; indulging.

He turned on the bed, moving so he was facing the other way, looking at her again as she stood. One arm shifted out, a little in her direction, almost like reaching, and intentional or not? He made nothing of it. If he even noticed it himself.

"My room," he said, with a light gesture of that hand that had so recently reached. "There," a smile, "you've seen it."