[He chuckles. But his hands rest around her wrists, light but ready to stop her if need be. But this, in his lap, is a nice distraction from wound aches and pissy ex girlfriends. He may be receptive to the flirting, but he's not in the shape he wishes he was to make better use of the moment.] I keep my promises.
Provided you're keen on sharing those cigarettes about now.