His boyfriend is so relaxed that hands over his eyes, from behind, don't make him jump in his seat. In fact, he doesn't even move. Cash just smiles and taps his fingertips on the top of the bar. Back in Denouement, and when he'd first arrived on the ship, this would have been something to make his back go ram-rod straight and his fingers itch for his guns.

Which are back in his room for the first time in a while.

"Hmmm, no, I've got this," Cash says, pretending to be thoughtful and mull over a few options. As if he doesn't have that voice memorized. "Let me guess. You're a hand model. You've got nice hands."