That grin sends a jolt through her, warm and familiar, and for a second she's tempted to say the hell with debrief. But she's still not twenty, and wouldn't have been quite that irresponsible even when she was.

"We could even go out. Someplace quiet with a nice view, let someone else worry about cleanup." She strokes her thumb over the back of his knuckles. "You could come back to my place after. Make an evening of it."