Friend was a word for it. And her stance was consistent with it, in a weird way. She projected a level of comfort she rarely exhibited. Not because she wasn't at ease around Daryl, but because she was rarely at ease.

This is a dream, though.

So here, she smiles and the expression narrows her eyes and curls the edges of her lips playfully. "Well, I was thinking if I was lucky, you'd bend me over your work bench."