"Mmm..."

This kisses and the nibbles feel good. It's a different kind of connection from what he had with Whistler, but it's still a connection. And he hasn't felt any kind of connection in a long time. There's a comfort here. A flash of light catches his eye, and he looks over to see the moon gleaming off a cluster of ice. His eyes return to her and his eyebrows raise, but he smiles.

"Well that's a first. Good thing we went outside." His turn to grin.

Of course, that brought back thoughts of the house. What would he do with it? Standard protocol was to burn it down, leave no evidence. But it was so isolated and off the beaten path. Part of him wanted to just clean it out and have it as a place to call his own. Sure, he'd be gone for months on end hunting and staying in shitholes in various cities, but it'd be nice to have a place that was untouched by the suckheads. Well, untouched by any suckheads after this bunch that he and Maeve exterminated. Something to think about, at least.

But later. For now, he caught the sadness that looked older than she did in her eyes. Those were old eyes, he just noticed. No less beautiful, but where her mind forgot, it seemed her eyes remembered. He lifted a hand to hold her cheek, concern evident in his own.

"Hey, Maeve, what's the matter?" She'd caught herself, but not in time for a hunter that lived or died by how quickly he perceived things.