Reinette arched an eyebrow at the well played use of Jack's arm. To the outside eye it was merely -- if poorly -- used now to give a perfunctory tour of his room. But there was something else there, of course. That unspoken way in which his hand reached that was meant to make a person question. If he was actually reaching for them. What the outcome might be if one reached that particular destination.

Well done, Jack.

Not that she would say as much aloud.

"Have I really?"

She turned and began to walk the perimeter of the room. Even as she took in the near perfect view from his window her fingers were tracing over the lines of the neatly organized dressed just as they might travel over skin.

"There is nothing you have missed?"