The way Lenore rolls her name around in her mouth like she's savouring some kind of delicacy is enough on its own to get her hot, to leave her biting down hard on the quiet fuck! that's lurking behind her lips. Then there's the light pressure of delicate fingers brushing the curve of her breasts and, ah! Her heart is now so frantic it sounds like a frighten bird is beating its wings against her ribcage. Lust kicks hard along her spine, makes her cunt ache to be touched, and when her eyes slide slowly to Lenore's face there's something bright and unsure sparking in them.

Aaaaaand then it's gone. As Lenore slips away through the bars Gideon lets her head drop back onto the blanket, eyes rolling back in her skull. "Fuuuuuck", she hisses it beneath her breath, hoping her captor's discussion with the guards will hide it.

By the time Lenore returns Gideon is sitting up, cross-legged on the blanket. Studiously examining her short-bitten nails in as casual a way as she’s able to feign. She hasn’t crossed the line into loyalty yet, but had Lenore let her hand stray any lower she might have been prepared pay the sentiment lip service.

"Uh, yeah. Yeah. Cards," is what she does say, whilst quietly berating herself for sounding like a fucking idiot.