Tracey's laugh hit something inside Callen, and right in that moment he vowed to try to get her to laugh like that as often as he could. It was a pleasant sound, but more than that, it was genuine and free of the facade that she usually kept pulled over herself. That real Tracey was the one Callen wanted to know.
"You usually are," he admitted, kissing her fingertips before they fell away.
A busboy swooped in to take their empty plates, and Callen sat back in his chair, watching Tracey carefully. "Want to get dessert, or do you think we should go back and check to make sure Jock hasn't destroyed your flat?"