Ruby didn't get the TV refrence, Mulder, Scully any of it. But it was along the usual lines, she'd be bad, he'd make her be good. Make her beg him to change her. Ironic really that they played that like a game when it was what he was doing. Making her good. well, good in theory. She probably shouldn't have accepted the cards from Sam in his drunken state. People would consider that taking advantage. But he was offering. And she could do with some of those cards. For next time, like he'd said. And if it turned out he couldn't remember this conversation the next day then, really reminding him would be cruel. He'd feel bad, and she couldn't have that. So taking the cards was helping him. Or something. Yeah, there was logic. And she was his Ruby after all, he'd poked her in the shoulder and told her so after all. She liked being his Ruby. The cards slipped into her pocket as she thought a little while about his fantasy, she'd be bad and he'd make her good. All the irony of their situation aside. It could be fun.
"I like it" she told him as the elevator finally reached their floor. "But aren't I always good for you." she said, keeping her arm wrapped around his waist as the door opened to the corridor leading to their apartment. She took a moment to locate her keys, hoping Sam could focus on standing up long enough for her to open the door. Crazy as all this was, it felt good having him home. It felt right. More so than anything had in quite a while. He was here with her again. Home. And if he wanted she'd play the bad girl, all dressed up like she was. If he didn't fall asleep. Which was entirely entirely possible.
"Want a coffee?" she asked looking back into the corridor to her adoreably drunk boyfriend. He'd need to do the walking thing so she could close the door behind them.