Rook raised a rigid hand in goodbye to Jezebel and John, feeling quite comfortably pleased with himself. It had gone extremely well, at least. The Lost involved had worked up a sweat, and he was pretty certain that they would see the benefits of it. He smiled a little, at the corner of his mouth, looking towards Anya as she called for him.

He answered automatically, drawing to her side.

"I think we should," the Red Victor said quietly. "It's late. We should get to bed. We should... sleep. Together."

His tongue finished the sentence before he meant to, and he smiled at the corner of his mouth, slightly sheepishly.

"...You know what I mean, sweetheart. Let's go."

End scene. It was a blast, guys!