She poked him firmly in the stomach with her offended foot. "No tickling, Callen MacDougal." Boys. Give them an inch and they'd take a mile.
"That's good to know," she said, eyes sly and laughing, "I would hate to think that you'd arrest me for coming in out of the cold uninvited." It would likely embarrass the MLE if she was arrested and then had to break out of their holding cells in a fit of pique.
Tracey swiftly ate a good portion of her meal before floating the bowl with the remaining few bites into the kitchen for Jock to finish off. She then tucked herself up againt Callen with her wine glass in her hand. Swallowing a happy sigh, she watched him eating through nearly closed eyes. The domesticity of sitting here with him like this appealed to parts of her that she didn't know existed.
It was an unfamiliar feeling but she was strangely okay with it.