"All the above?" Owen quite liked the way her fingers felt against his neck and in his hair. He really didn't want to go have to go back out and 'work'. But he also knew the points on the wristbands mattered. Owen smiled down at Cecilia, though her heels gave her some height. She was tall enough that he didn't really have to bend down much to kiss her.
It was instinctual to want to protest being in charge, but he supposed he was, at least temporarily. Owen was sure he would be ready to get back to the mansion after a day or two, depending on how difficult They made things for him.
"I'll make sure to be home around dinnertime," Owen promised, lips twitching. "And if there's ever an evening that you're working late, I can cook. Or pick up something from the diner. We'll make it work." He wanted things to be equal, even if They didn't.