He lets her go this time, trailing his hand off her as she moves away. There's a long breath out, a calming breath with just a tinge of disappointment. Or maybe it's frustration. One of the two.

He lights another fag and stares up at the stars.

'One day, I'll ask properly an' you won't say no. And the world'll probably cave in.'

He sounds completely relaxed about it all, because he is at the moment. But he's aware there'll be a time - and it's coming - where that won't be the case. And he bloody hopes she feels the same way, or the rest of this trip is going to be torture.