Zoe smiled a little and closed her eyes when he shook her shoulders. Yes, it was just them. But for how long before someone else barged in and wagged their finger at them. She had a winced expression as she opened her eyes, "You lived in a mini palace with a filing system?"
"Maybe your paranoia is rubbing off on me." she looked at the red couch and then back to him, "Then again.. I rather the furniture watch me.." the couch was not oogling her legs like they were popsicles to nom on. She smacked his hand away from the shirt yet again like he was a kid being denied entry to the cookie jar, "No, that's okay, I really don't think that'd make me feel better."
She walked over to a painting on the wall to look at it. The woman in it was of course Lust, she'd inspired most famous works of art involving sex and desire and this one was no different except she was half nude tangled in the sheets after obviously having had had sex. Zoe thought it was an interesting choice to have on display for sure.. she thought of something and turned to look at him, her hand going to fiddle with her necklace, "Did you steal my locket?" she'd been wondering ever since Patience had mentioned it.