When Faye files her nails, she approaches it in one of two ways. One is for when the filing is just supposed to be something to do while she's waiting for someone to show up or something to happen -- like a bounty walking into a room -- and the other is completely open to letting the filing keep her absorbed for however long it needs to. It's a precise art, and she could never be accused of not giving her nails the attention they deserve.

The minute Gren's mouth homes in on the back of her neck and his hair cascades onto her shoulders, she's distracted from her work.

And she just can't quite bring herself to mind.

"Well, hello."

If she dips her chin and exposes the back of her neck a little more, she just might get him to do it again.