She'd been watching his face for every flicker of his reaction, knowing that she was going to pull it apart later and go over it again and again, because that was the kind of thing she did. But he was saying things, good things, a vibe, he wasn't totally unaware of... this. Whatever this was. A thing.
She smiled then, the birthday-girl smile, bringing up the corner of the pillowcase to hide her morning breath as if he hadn't encountered it before now. "Erran Wolfe is asking me on a date," she teased, reaching out with her free hand to nudge him below the ribs. She was beaming. "Yes, dude. Hell yes, anytime, anywhere, hell yes. I'm all yours. Take me on a date, I want to go on a date with you."