He came in, bottle of wine tucked against his side, smiling as she gave him that look. He watched her walk through the steps of closing blinds, of locking up the shop in a way that had a sense of routine to it.

Rowan moves around, not touching anything while she closes up, but looking at all there was to see in a shop with no bodies other than theirs in it. He grins as she turns to him, wondering what's going on behind her eyes, gauging her body language, moving to set the bottle of red on a table between them. A table that he gave a little jiggle to, to see how sturdy it was. "You're going to have to clarify what 'ready' you mean. A lot of answers to that, love."