"I suppose not. It wasn't ever anything I preoccupied my little mind with." She tossed her rag toward the bucket before eyeing the closet. Well, close enough.
Crossing over to where he was, she grinned slightly before she slid her hand over his again, this time lightly slipping her fingers through his to still the motion. "I think it's as good as it's going to get," she murmured, a teasing light in hazel eyes before she released his hand.