"Gargoyles, oh," Evey said, eyes rounding a little as the corners of her lips turned up. The sparkle suggested that she thought it was rather quite fancy - but since he didn't look at her, the expression wasn't effective at all as the tease she'd meant it to be.
But then he did look up, and the teasing smirk softened and warmed. Truth be told, she wanted to throw away his key completely and give her her own and call it done - but then, maybe he'd like to have his own place. And maybe she would, too.
"Oh," she said, stretching a little inside his grip. "We've spent enough time apart." And now it was she who wasn't quite looking at him. Smoothing her fingertips reflexively back and forth over the muscle just at the tops of his shoulders, she went about winning his approval. "Don't you think? This way, you get to keep your gargoyles and I get to have a flat all my own that isn't run-down and tired..."
But the more she talked, the more nervous she got. What if he didn't want her key? They'd never talked about it.
"We don't have to be at the key stage, though," she said, then immediately regretted it. Squaring her shoulders, she looked back up at him. "But I rather think we're there, if not farther." There. She told him. She nodded firmly to confirm it. "And I want you to have my key."