"Okay, I'll keep it, then." She was teasing, of course. She liked to borrow his things randomly, whenever the mood struck. It was part and parcel of being both a feral and a girlfriend. His scent was all over her, and she liked thinking it marked her as his. Even if no one else could smell it.
At his mention of photographic evidence, she grinned again. "Promise."
She touched his cheek and kissed him. "We'll be careful, okay?" She kissed him again and pulled him into a quick hug. The smile she wore turned just this side of melancholy.