"Yeah." He brings the back of her hand up to press his lips to it with fierce affection. He doesn't want to put her through too many compromises, but he already knows -- he's sure she already knows -- that between his demons and her demons, there will be some big ones somewhere. He's grateful that she's taking the initial hurdles well. He's relieved, if still sort of shocked in the depths of his soul, that he's still making her happy.

"Maybe say it's a warden -- see what she says," he suggests. "Test things out."

He lets go of her hand as they walk out the door, but it doesn't take him long to realize that the halls are basically deserted with everyone still upstairs. By the time they get to the elevator, his fingers are twined with hers, and he leans in for a kiss once the doors are shut. "No mistletoe," he mutters against her lips.