"There was nearly have a tree in your hair Jack. You were dirty."

There was no room for argument in her tone.

Reinette did not so much watch Jack on the bed as watch how the sheets rippled and shifted with him. The aftermath of his impact.

"Titles now, Jack?" She could not help but laugh again softly at his teasing return. "So formal of you."

Her eyebrow again arched at Jack's request, because for all its brevity it still did feel like one. Which was perhaps why she chose to answer it. From the side of the bed she looked down at him.

"I am not entirely certain what you just said, Jack. I do hope that I translated correctly."