And, after a moment's hesitation, the arm is accepted in dead silence. Not talking about it, nope, and simultaneously ignoring the drag her home comment because it'll make her want to fight him even more otherwise. "That is a notable bonus, true. I'm getting rather sick of replacing the bloody thing."

Except- there's another moment to breathe, allow her head to stop spinning, and then the rest of the sentence clicks into place. Beat. Oh, Aleks.

"... You really do have a nasty track record for trouble, kitten. It's rather worrying."