“I don’t need to prove it to know how you work,” she laughs again, this moment a thing of delighted joy, because he’s playing along even though they both know he’d rather not. It’s a rarity in both of them, but Saints, she prays it’s just the beginning of something more.

“Hardly,” she smirks across the table at him, a surprised sound startling out of her as he reaches for what’s on her plate. “Sometimes, it simply bears repeating,”

They’re told one more round to go, and her eyes light up. They’re down for the final count, that horn will be hers yet!