"Not you, dummy," Maeve says, kicking his thigh with the top of her foot. It's barely a kick at all, more a nudge than anything. "I meant her. She's fucked up."

She smiles at him and sets her bottle of water on the table before she shifts on the couch, moving so she can straddle Steve's lap. Draping her arms over his shoulders, she tilts her head and looks at him, smirking a little.

"It is a good night," she teases. "Because you told me I could put my fingers in your arse." She doesn't really expect him to go through with it right now, not after she'd asked while he was drugged, but it's still something she has to give him a bit of shit about.