That's the charm of him, really - that dark, quiet mystery he's got to him, the fun of reading into the little he does give away.

Even now, after so long, there's that electricity ever present between them, the way they hover in each other's orbits, unable to step too far out of reach.

"Don't worry, I don't drink on the job," she shrugs, turning to face him and walking backwards up the path. "But now that you're here, I could take some time off the clock."