Turning into him, some of the deep lines grief and exhaustion both have carved into her face lessening in the face of the distraction he presents, she manages to quirk a small smile at him, her hands lifting to settle on the front of his red gambeson as he settles his hand at her hip.

"Oh?" She's a little creaky with her flirting, like she's forgotten how, but she seems more than happy enough to give it another go. "What plans were those?"