I'm trying not to think about the next time I'll be innocently checking Facebook and find myself in her office. [She grimaces, unbuttoning Squalo's coat and draping it nicely over a chair they pass on the way to the bathroom.]

[Luci smiles at him reassuringly and strokes the back of his head gently.] You're fine, I'm just sore, just need a soak. I'll leave the door open. Unless you think your band is going to get weird about me naked with the door open.