The finger on her palm was relaxing, but also somehow not, as if there was an undercurrent to the placid calm, a frisson radiating out from it. It made her not want to move; it made her want to move, she just wasn't sure which direction.

She grinned, at the joke, and the sentiment both. The possibility of future castles. "You'd have to make them on top of buildings. Crime scenes. It'd be very confusing for the police."