He took the glass, gaze lingering on her a little longer than was strictly necessary. This was heading in a specific direction, he knew that much. Inexorably, if he was reading signals right and if nothing happened to turn it all around.

Well. Maybe he didn't want to. At any rate they would see when they got there.

"It's getting warm enough, I think." He nodded at her bag. "Do you have a corkscrew?"