He grinned broadly when her hand settled on his, stopping it. Really, he'd been quite curious when she'd step in and stop him. Mirza practically giggled at her words, taking a sip of his water. He squeezed her thigh then pulled his hand away, "Unfortunately. Something about a biblical day of rest... I don't know really. But Mondays don't." His look was a little challenging.
"And that's one way to make Mondays a lot better," she answered readily. His hand gone, she allowed her own hand to rest lightly in her lap. Her water lay capped and forgotten on the cushion beside her. "Do you work tomorrow?"