Which Dinah returned with interest, compound and possibly the kind from once-in-a-life-time investments, especially when the clothes finally got flung other places, the pillows finally stopped shifting, and the last verbal thought died in a very, very happy wave of ohhhhh yes.

Dinah threw all thoughts of complicated away, because hey, this was good and happy after way too long of neither and she'd trusted Priestly for how long? And she had his back. Well, all of him. So any bad would be outside forces they could deal with. Together.

Later. Much, much, much later.