Frank finds himself staring at her, attempting to pick out anything he may have missed last night from the depth of her gaze. She likes to play it cool and that's fine by him, but despite every intention of his to make this a casual one-off meeting he's already daydreaming up ways they might cross paths down the line.

"Alright," he repeats with just a little too much quixotic energy.

Her begrudging acquiescence is apparently the very thing he'd been hingeing his whole mood on because he leans in to press the sweetest of kisses against her mouth before pulling back to start haphazardly detangling himself from her sheets. He takes the time to map out their clothing in the room before getting up, then he alternates between dressing himself and tossing an item her way.