She rolls her eyes as she pulls back, without totally letting him go. When she breathes in the musky scent of leather and old cigarette smoke and liquor, she doesn't know if it's the thread or just him, but either way it's warm and familiar and comforting. "Why wouldn't you? He's a good target."

Teasing Little is one of her own favorite pastimes, after all. "But it's not like you know what color string he's got for me."