"No disagreement there," he says, letting her nudge him backwards, happy to be guided rather than the guide. Their offices had been one thing; this sometimes feels like their true dynamic, something not even Lethe's algorithms and their centuries of knowledge could have understood. "None at all."

His breath comes out in a quiet huff as his back hits the wall, another spike of heat racing through him. "What do you want?" he murmurs. "And don't say me, that's a given." He smiles, his hands going to her waist so he can slip fine-boned fingers beneath her shirt, against the heat of her skin.