[Dodger tightens his belt a little harder than strictly necessary, leaving barely enough space to shift around. Her questions make him laugh, but his expression is much more focused than usual. Speaking about Augustine, thinking about his job back home, has him much more alert and careful about what he lets slip.]

Is there a difference? [He leans down to press a kiss to her lips, drawing it out and basking in the feeling of their bodies together.] If I own something, I may as well fuck it. And if I'm going to fuck something... [One of his hands slips down between her legs, boldly rubbing against the fabric.] ...I plan to own it.