Moving across to the bed as Adrian took her hand, she sat on the edge of it, not feeling entirely comfortable enough to lay beside him. Even if it was her bed. "Full of yourself much?" she asked with an eyeroll.
"What you intend and what you actually do could be two different things, Adrian," she reminded him. Almost pouting, this wasn't the greatest news Tracey had heard in a while. She hated the idea of him being a part of that, particularly after what happened to her father.