It was taking a great deal more force of will to not tell him more about squirming on Tracey's lap with her head dangling. It had, after all, been plenty inappropriate for a library, even if it hadn't been on purpose.
"Don't spoil it," she warned him. "Weirdly, I think she's..." Verity gestured helplessly, trying to come up with the right term. "...waiting for me to take the next step? Like maybe she's old fashioned and has the whole butch/femme idea in mind? Which- okay- given our styles, I couldn't entirely blame her..."