Una glanced sidelong at him through eyes half-closed against the brightness of the sun. "Better safe than sorry, is that it?" she asked. In fact, she didn't quite believe that was all there was to it, and her tone suggested as much.

His hand elicited a raised eyebrow and an involuntary (though not unpleasant) tightening of the muscle just above her hipbone. She said nothing, but reached down a little to graze the underside of his wrist with a scrape of fingernail before he drew away. Her expression remained inscrutable.