"Not...actually. Just – just looking like we're..." His hands fumble at his belt buckle, and it clinks dully as he undoes it, and fumbles to unzip his trousers. "You know... It has to look believable, or I may as well kill you now. And before you ask, no I fucking won't." The zip makes a snicking sound, and she slams her hand onto his, stopping it from unzipping any further, before yanking her hand back again, half-frightened at her daring.