She continues to try and rub warmth back into his skin, pulling his face up so she can press kisses to his forehead and cheeks and nose. "I'm so sorry, I know it's bad. Rosie told me, I'm going to-- listen, I have a plan, but nothing is worth putting you through this. I bet-- we could get you out. I might need to stay, because I think I can stop this."

Her cheeks turn a little rosy, warm against his chilled skin as she admits, "I kind of... led them to believe that. It was the best way to get you up here and get privacy. I mean, would I complain about hours of getting to have sex with you? That sounds amazing, but not here."