She watches the exchange quietly, following his gaze to the young woman and back again. She looks away when his attention swings back her way, dropping her eyes to her coffee.

"It was early."

She shrugs, and sips at the hot drink. In her effort to be nonchalant, looking everywhere but his face, she can't help but glance to the barmaid once more. It's really no concern of hers whose inkwell he dips his pen in. She was prepared to say as much the day they got here, when she walked in on a muted conversation between the two of them. She just wasn't expecting he'd be flirting with her the very morning after they...


It's just sex, Kate. Remember?

Right. Kate's really nothing that special in the grand scheme of things. Let him do what he likes.