She smiles at that. Hollow and practiced as usual, the corners of it not quite landing where they should; lack of sincerity not being the culprit this time so much as years of incessant insincerity to the point that she's forgotten how to properly, in the same way that she's forgotten what it's like to lay out in the mornings, or dirty her fingers up with grease.

"It's been a very, very long time since I last had the chance."

And she doesn't enjoy watching him paw through pages, or the look on his face while he does it.

"You could do the same." Frazer suggests, spitting out the idea at last with little effort to hide how she expects him to do whatever she herself wants to at the time, when buttoning up early is precisely what she's demanded for months.