( he catches the way she looks at him, but he can't help but to wonder if it's just his own selfish inclination to want her to pay attention to him that way. it's not the norm that he's this strung up, that he hasn't found someone to indulge whether it be a bar or one of those friggin' dating apps, but when cases came up one after the other, they were priority, and it was only when they'd settle back at the bunker or one of those rundown hotel beds that he'd feel it hungering within him.

her chuckle warms him, finding his thoughts wandering off far too much for comfort. still, she manages to bring him back. a smirk of his own meets hers in response, perhaps a little coyer. it's all unintentional.

of course. ) This place is a hell of an upgrade from bunking at motel rooms, the bedrooms though seems to be where they paid the littlest attention. ( given the grand library, the tech that still went beyond him at times. but ask him and he's perfectly happy with his room, merely for the fact that it's his. concrete walls and a plain old bed and all. )

Satin sheets would be damn nice though, huh?