Owen grinned and reluctantly pulled his hands from under her dress. "Would it be chauvinistic of me to carry you upstairs? Or maybe toss you over my shoulder and drag you upstairs like a caveman? I feel both options would have been perfectly in character for a 1950s Sheriff, right?" He slipped his hands around her waist to help her down from the counter. Owen knew he wasn't exactly staying 'in character', but he wasn't going to pretend to be someone he really wasn't at a time like this. Owen didn't mind losing a few points because of it.