Her hair's disarranged by the goggles, and she doesn't seem the slightest bit bothered by it/ Aware, sure, just not caring, and that? That's promising. Almost more promising than her agreement to join him for dinner, in his suite.
"I like what you can do together," he corrects dryly, smile quirking, and keeping firm hold of her hand. Anything else Tricia can do? He's planning on finding out.