She greets him with a hand on one hip, hair pulled up today, piled high on the back of her head, a few wisps framing her face. Again, her makeup is much more subdued than he's used to seeing.

'We could always take turns, you know. Or better yet, you could join me next time.'

They'd never get out of the flat then, she thinks. But the words are out of her mouth before she can catch them.