"As if you're not already used to people starin' at you all the bloody time," Sweeney replies, following her onto the elevator. "You're an eyeful, darlin'."

And she knows it, too, he knows she knows it and the way he looks at her says as much. Maybe it's a different sort of state, but he's sure she'd endured worse than that, too.

"And if you bite in your sleep, it still won't be the sharpest bite I've had this week," he adds. "Bet you won't even draw blood."