Prepared for any eventuality, she is. He just sits and watches her, enjoying the fact hat he can take the time just to sit and watch her wash her hands with nothing but an idle glance around them. They're never not going to be aware of their surroundings, but it's nice to know the chances of dead bodies crawling out of the woods is unusually low.

And that is a thought that could spoil the mood if he let it. The point is that they're not at home, they can be a little risky if they want to. And... What he wants is mainly whatever she wants, but he would at least like to finish what he was not saying.

"Depends how hungry we are, I guess," he deadpans, utterly innocent except he follows it up by leaning in to kiss her again. There's nothing hesitant about him right now. Under the circumstances he doesn't need the nudge, but it's welcome, a reassurance that she's not changing her mind any time soon.