[She presses close, her hands on his ribcage; she's pliant still, moving with him, but this close, the bristling tension under her skin is palpable.]

I usually do. Right now I only wouldn't let you do it for your sake. I told you once, the best revenge is living well; I did mean it. We 'ad a version of Lecter 'ere once before: graduated. So I 'ave to believe this one can.

[She twists her hands, very deliberately, into the fabric of his shirt and pulls, sudden and violently, hard enough to pop buttons loose.]

Oops.