“You know my offer still stands…” she leaves it there, a vague suggestion hanging in the air between them, punctuated by lips that pull back in a sly grin which just as quickly shifts into something more pretendedly innocent — or maybe just aloof — as the rejection she endured still echoes in places it has no right to. But it doesn’t hang for long, quickly masked over as if there was no reason she could have meant anything else.

“After all, trouble sleeping has always been a specialty of mine.”