He nearly asks why. For a split second, a flash of annoyance is there but even he's not sure why. And he couldn't give a damn, really. Here, across the corridor, in the stables, on the bar. Doesn't care.

'C'mon then.'

He taps her lightly on the arse, pulling back and rubbing his other hand across his jaw.

'I can shave if you want. If you can wait that long.'

He'd rather not but heigh ho, sacrifices must be made.