Is that what this is about? [ Her heels resume, now in a determined stalk that brings her right to the edge of the couch. Her neatly-coifed hair makes for a sculpted silhouette against the light overhead. ] Getting somewhere? Breaking a few rules?

[ Anyone else and she wouldn't bother — neither with her judgment or her concern. But for Saul, she would move mountains, even when the mountain is him. (As stubborn as she is, as precious as air. Stupid, stupid beloved Saul. ]

She's young enough to be your daughter, nevermind the whole— [ She wiggles her fingers and drops down onto her knees beside him, a hand coming up not to slap him but curl into his hair and give him a stubborn tug. ] —heebie jeebie business.

If you're looking for some taboo thrill— [ She levels him with a rueful smile. ] —fuck me, for Christ's sake.