When your life can end at any second from a single misstep, you tend to not have the time. Or, really, the inclination, either. What's the point?

"I can tell," he's dipping his head to hide a small bit of a smirk tugging at his lips, hiding it with his hood. "I think we're almost back to the hotel now, however." He could do with curling up in front of the fire for the next ten years, if he were perfectly honest.