"Glad we could reach an arrangement," she says in a jokingly serious tone. And then she licks her lips and tries to think innocent thoughts, because right now they're making dinner. It won't do to simply undress him in the kitchen and have her way with him while the food burns.

"I'll give you a hand whenever you want. Just give me a call if you run across anything we could use, and I'll do the same." Reluctantly, she lets go of him, keeping a hand on his arm for a moment until he turns back to the stove. She's aware that her cheeks are hot and there's a little grin there as she reflects on how easy it is for him to get a rise out of her.

"I guess so," she responds, watching as he cooks, because oh shit that was the point of this, wasn't it? Oh well.