Shrugging, Gretchen didn't object to their change of position, folding her arms underneath her head. "Let's see you try to snark and crime at the same time. It's not as easy as it looks." She followed his gaze around the room, studying the lush furnishings, looking between them and Trev, considering.
"I think," she said, reaching up and curling her finger around a bit of his fringe that was hanging down. "That the Ministry has some gold waiting for you. And that you should go get that and bring me back... mmm, some falafel."