Adelaide returns his smirk about the codes, a small laugh touching her while her face tips up toward his. She really does like the more devious side of him, when she's actually in on it. "Well that's prudent," she says. "Though if you and I were to be separated I suppose it could get hairy..." she adds, thoughtfully, a naturally leading statement.
And then he switches over, goes cautious again and Adelaide probably knew that Rob had caught on to her manipulations in Boston, underneath, but that he hadn't had been a nice little illusion to keep. She decides she can live without that illusion, though, and nods slowly. "I won't lie," she begins. "And try to tell you that it had nothing to do with knowing my brother had last been here. Maybe I ought to have just told you, but my family... was always something that I was used to keeping close, keeping to myself. He had a reputation long before the dead walked, and so..." She lifts her shoulders, slim and fluid under his hands, and lets them fall. "Well, I left that part out, but even without that, Austin seemed like a place that we could build something." Her hands still rest where they alighted when she kissed him. "Darling, I'll admit that I've been twisted up since I found my brother is alive. But I'm not twisted up anymore."