Her eyebrows shoot up when Steve jumps off the bed, heading out into his living room without even putting on any clothes. God, she hopes Robin still isn't home, because neither of them will live this down if she is.

When he returns, he has two candles, and Maeve has moved into the centre of the bed, as instructed. Steve lights them, then throws himself on the bed, his head propped up in his hand, and Maeve can't help but laugh.

"Hi," she answers. "You're the fucking best."