She’s already making a mental note to do more research. No more delivering jars of salve until she knows his schedule better. (Time to make friends with his co-workers for information.) That way she can avoid his catching her breaking into his room. There’s a soft, irritated huff at the way he smiles at her reaction (but what irritates her more than the smile is the fact that her first thought is kissing that bloody smile off his face).

“Well, it’s only fair that the gift giving is a bit one-sided for the moment, isn’t it? After all I’ve known you a fair sight longer than you’ve known me.” Her smirk is cheeky, as she gently pushes the jar into his chest. “Considering your tendency to overwork yourself, I thought you could use it. It’ll help with aches and pains.”