"Don't sulk," he said with a click of his tongue. "We'll look at another place tomorrow." They actually wouldn't but Jim was pretending they were tourists to keep up appearances. The act wasn't going to drop until they were safely inside again.
"And if we don't find anything, we'll just go to France where they have taste." While he spoke, the hand on Sherrinford's back traveled up. It rubbed circles in the center for a moment before heading further to where Jim could scratch the back of his neck lightly.