She dares anyone to be presented with the scene in front of her and not lose their train of thought. Seriously. It's the fact that she's not leaving that distracts her--usually she's out the door and away before she can actually take in the full sight of them--but right now? Right now she can't stop looking.

"What?" Nile startles, before she shakes her head and drags her eyes up and makes sure she's making eye-contact with Nicky. If she just makes eye-contact, maybe she can look a little less like a blushing virgin. She's not, for the record, and in the past few decades she's definitely taken Andy's lead with the finding-a-friend-for-the-night---

--but it's not quite the same, is it? "Right. She wanted to know if you had plans for dinner later or--" She trails off again at the soft gasp, the way Nicky's skin shows a brief flash of red before it quickly fades. Her tongue flicks out, wetting her lower lip and she swallows, hard.

Joe's eyes are as dark as she's sure hers must be, and she tries (with some success) to ignore the sharp twist of desire that's settled in the base of her stomach, clenching hard as she tries to remind herself that number of reasons why staying in this room is a bad idea.

Problem is, if Joe offers again, Nile's not entirely sure she'll say no a second time.