[Without missing a beat, Luce switches her sweat and flops down besides him, shamelessly curling her arms around one of his and looking for all accounts like she's delighted.]

[Her voice, in contrast, is mildly sardonic.]

You look like a drug dealer, people are going to think I'm working on an addiction. We'll just have to play up the dating angle, then.

So, speak quickly now. What did you want to talk about?