"You could've given me a key," he pointed out. She'd practically invited him to break in. And not in the 'leaves-the-key-under-the-mat' sense, in the sense where she'd actually said 'Come pick the lock.'
He turned, stretching his legs out over the side of the couch and leaning his back against her side. "How's the play going? Are we going to get to see you make out with a girl?" Changing the subject, yes.