Anything worth having--or I suppose anyone worth being with, doesn't come easily. [The way she bends the phrase to make her point isn't perfect, but she hopes he gets what she intends in saying it.] And I have my own issues.

[Of course, none of those are the sort she wants to think about. Not the cruel smile of her father or the way blood felt as she gripped that bloody pacemaker in her hand. Not the fear, not the daze she still feels when thinking about how completely under his thrall she and Pietro had been. Shaking her head slightly, she drops her hand down to her side.]

Why don't you run the bath and get in and once I'm done settling our things I'll come join you?

[It will give him time in there alone, time to relax, and perhaps some small comfort in that she won't be standing there watching him strip.]