"I'll forgive," she said with a smirk, "This time. Do it again and I may have to punish you."
She pulled his hand a little closer to her side of the table so she could wrap her other hand around his. Having something to hold onto helped even if it wasn't quite something she would like to admit. "I see. You're just throwing around your MLE weight for favors." She shook her head teasingly. "Gavers are all the same," she drawled, the Cockney slang for the police slipping unheeded into her sentence.