"Saga's panties? They're definitely Black, she looks like you could shove coal up her ass and get a diamond but I think she harbours some pretty raunchy ideas," he answered crassly.
Lot tilted his head and gave her a sympathetic smile, "Are you vying for second in command because you're worrying about the people in my tribe nearly as much as I do - hell you could run for leader and might put me out of a job," he eyed her suspiciously, "I'm going to have to start keeping a very close eye on you," he gave her an up and down.
Lot took the jar and turned it in his hand carefully. It was like being in London and suddenly he didn't feel quite so far from home. The Brits loved their tea, scones and preserves. He'd never understood the obsession with jams and marmalades but the thought was a surprise and he smiled fondly at it then her, "this is a lovely present thank you Vesper," when he looked back at her he bit his lip guiltily, "I didn't get you anything but if you do come by tonight I promise to save you some food and get you a drink,"