She nods, nuzzling closer to his collarbone.

Please.

She doesn't know who she's begging -- God or the Landlord or another deity altogether -- but she is asking.

Another unsteady breath, and she almost asks if Bill has seen George lately; he and George haven't made their trip through George's door yet.

Instead, she shifts, her leg sliding higher on his thigh, and her hand curves around his side, thumb tracing his ribs.

"Thank you."