[Well, he did tell her that it wasn't like that, but Nightingale seemed pretty hung up on it being similar to her own world. Something-something about marriage, and while it's not the case he can't deny the intimacy of it.

Sorey sits them both down, hands in his lap and ankles automatically crossing like how Lailah sits. He's subconsciously giving her the most presentation because, despite all her reassurances, he's still nervous. At least they can do this without fighting, he doesn't want to think what the adrenaline would do.]

Lailah's got control just as much as I do, so you're technically seeing her. [Pauses thoughtfully.] I think? Even if I passed out, you could still keep us moving. It's like two people holding the reigns for a horsecart.