The thin, dark line of her underwear shifts as she rocks her weight to one side, pouring out a set of glasses that stay nestled up on the tabletop, her palms settling on either side of them as she stays quiet for a few beats longer. There's a stunning view of the city lights beyond transparent curtains, and the mountains smeared with mist beyond that.

It's been a year now, by her count, though he's likely missing more than just days or weeks.

"Do you enjoy what you do for us?"