Art shifted against her to look her in the eye. She was smiling softly at him and the stroke of her fingers was smooth and patient. He didn't know her. Apartment wasn't secure like the Fox. Say one of them Quanon church vandals had followed them from the bar, say the Sheriff picked up his trail... But it was hard to hold onto the thoughts with her fingers gliding through his hair, and that lovely silken skin so warm against him, and... and if she was offering... "I'd not be imposing none?"