He glanced down at his leg as she nudged it, feeling a small smile spreading on his face. Shrugging, he leaned back in the couch, crossing one leg over the other. "It doesn't have to be fancy in order to be enjoyable." And it was the truth. Sometimes the plainest things were the best. Archer wasn't a man for frills and splendor. He liked things basic, easy to digest. Complications were just...complicated.
As he sipped his tea, he watched her get comfortable, finding himself smiling faintly for no real reason. "I take it this is the first time something like this has happened here."