He seemed so uncomfortable earlier that Lily drops her hands to Kaine's, guiding them to the hem of her shirt just to let him know it's okay. That he can touch whatever he wants, wherever he wants and she knows if she tells anyone about this, any of the people who look out for her in their way, she's going to catch hell for it, but she can't be bothered to care. She's never cared before. If it's not the roof of a building it's the back room in a bar, the costume room at the studio, her place, a stranger's place.

It's destructive, she knows it, but god, it's an awful lot of fun, too.