"Of course you wouldn't," she says smoothly, flipping her palm to catch his wrist instead and pull him toward her, as if, absurdly, they are going to dance. "Don't be an asshole. It has been almost a month to the day. It's 2am and I can't show Greta yet and I am not going back to sleep. So you're going to celebrate your accomplishment with me. No. Arguments."

She smiles and releases him, extricating herself and moving back to the door, holding it open. "Come on," she says, patting her thigh like she's calling a dog.