Noah knew she was joking about the age thing, so he just gave her a wry look. In his opinion, that mattered even less than it had in the past, pre-apocalypse, and to him it hadn't mattered that much ever. Clearly, since he'd once married an eighteen-year old when he'd been quite a few years older than that.
Noah was actually intrigued by the notion of teaching Vienna to shoot, and he couldn't have said he minded when she told him she'd use it as an excuse to spend time with him. It was nice to hear, somehow.
And of course, he had to call her bluff when she began to question him. Noah grinned and hooked his thumbs into the belt loops of his jeans, slouching insouciantly. "Well, if you feel like putting on a show for people in the caf or the Horsemen, go for it," he said. "I kinda like privacy when I get naked with someone, but it takes all kinds." He watched her putting down her camera and approaching, and he didn't move from his position whatsoever. As to whether any more pictures would be taken tonight, he had no idea, but hey. They'd get taken sometime.
Finally, as she got to within a foot of him, Noah struck, removing his thumbs from his beltloops and reaching for her to pull her against him. "Maybe right here," he murmured, his hands on her hips and his gaze holding hers.