It was entertaining. Amusing. For someone who had told her a few times already that it had just been the dust or what not, his reactions and actions around her were speaking quite the contrary. "Keep telling yourself that, Dr. Crane, maybe one day you'll actually believe it," she chuckled, "Not that this isn't flattering, but lest you forget. You're on a stimulant, and this would be much more fun with you at full health, as opposed to borrow energy." She stoked her finger over his chin.
"Let's get out of here, your hand treated properly, and get you a proper night's rest," she said, thinking of him more like a newly acquired pet, though she knew it wasn't that simple.
A light push on his shoulders, she took him by his hand this time, the one that wasn't accompanied by an injured wrist, and began pulling them along. Pamela always liked to feel like she was in control, but right then, she wasn't sure if she had it completely. How peculiar.