There it is again. That temptation. The one that wants to fuck her hard against the door while Godric wakes and gets ready for his night. The one that wants to leave as much of his scent on her and in her as he's able so he can walk her home with her hand crooked neatly in his elbow. That's having his cake and eating it too.

But can he make peace with Godric enough to have it? And in the moment, it clicks. Fucking aside, if they were on the same page, they could both support Annie more effectively. And he can keep that knife in his hand the whole time. So unless Godric's a liar, there's enough to work with.

Hmm.

"That yer hammock?" he asks with a lick of his lip.