"Gibson says you were already arranging a property in New York, and that the manor is being 'fumigated'," she reminded him, adding the useful finger quotes. Leaning her arm against his, she smiled. "But, I could think of a place that you could crash in in New York for a bit. And all the good places to eat, both fancy and not. The Not's are more willing to deliver to my house, which is a perk."
She lifted her eyeborw and looked down between said assets to smirk. "Oh really, the Bahamas you say? It not like either of our suits are easy on the tan lines, are they?"