Mitchell listens looks at her quietly once she's finished talking, as if she might, just might disappear in front of his eyes if he doesn't keep watching. Then he sits up to lean over the water and give her a reaffirming kiss. Although he can't really say whose benefit it's for.

When he breaks away, he stays relatively close. In fact, his folded arms are half-hanging in the bath, threatening to make his sleeves wet. "Well, have a think about it later. Something easy, maybe. Or something that's usually a treat. Name anything you want in this city and it's yours." He means that.