Spoon knew she was really, really lucky at this point. He had let her pull his wrist practically into her lap so she could look at it up close, and she knew she must be overstepping all sorts of boundaries. She couldn't help it though! The way his body moved was captivating, and she wanted to instantly discover all of its secrets. Her fingers traced up and down his wrist, then moved to his leg.

"You want me to take my pants off too? Needy smoothskin." Charon's teasing tone snapped her out of her mindless exploration, and she felt her face start to heat as Charon took her hand. Much like she had done with him, he trailed his fingers across her forearm. Her pulse hammered traitorously as he pressed a thumb to her wrist, all the while so casual and calm.

"Do I fascinate you or something, Mistress?" the tone in his voice was odd now, and Spoon worried that she might have offended him. "Am I a good patient to examine, Doc?"

She remained silent, tongue tied as he somewhat brazenly continued to check her pulse.

"Good news Spoon, you're still alive. A little racy, but seemingly none the worse for the wear." the ghoul said solemnly, his eyes giving away his inner mirth as he looked at Spoon.

She huffed indignantly, finding her voice. "No need to poke fun at me, you giant fucker." she grumbled, trying to tug her wrist from his grip. She might as well have been trying to remove her hand from a block of concrete.

Charon didn't even seem to notice she wanted to get her hand back, his strong fingers firm against her skin. He raised her hand to his face, eyes inquisitive as he began poking and prodding her wrist. Spoon giggled in spite of her self, and the sound seemed to please Charon. The corners of his mouth quirked upwards.

"Alright, I'm sorry. I won't treat you like my own personal lab dummy." Spoon apologized. "It was rude of me. Can you accept my apology so I can have my hand back?"

Charon released her wrist, seeming to almost pout. "Fine. But next time, I'm taking it with me."

Spoon gulped. "You wouldn't."

Charon grinned, showing all of his teeth. "You don't want to know how many times I've heard that."

"How many times have you threatened to take someone's hand with you?!" Spoon squawked.

"Enough times to know the noises a hand makes when you separate it from the body." Charon growled in reply, making Spoon snicker.

"You're awful. You're only half-joking too, aren't you?" she jibed, gently elbowing him in the side.

"Me to know, you to never find out." Charon watched Spoon scrabble through her bag, tossing little bits of junk this way and that as she dug deeper. His chest tightened as he thought of how close he had come to having his contract holder killed. His brow furrowed. He would just have to be more careful is all. No more mistakes.

Spoon pulled out an old, banged up Pip Boy, presumably to use the light on it to read something that she reverently took out of an inner pocket.

Charon hesitated to ask, but... "What is that?" He kept his voice quiet, so Spoon could ignore his inquiry if she wanted to.

Spoon jolted, looking up almost like she had forgotten he was there. "Oh! Uh, nothing. It's nothing. Don't worry about it. Get some sleep, Charon. Busy day tomorrow." she mumbled, already re-absorbed with reading...whatever-it-was.

Charon huffed. "Sleep is a luxury, not a necessity, Mistress. May I patrol the hall for threats?" he gestured to the door that led to the foyer.

"Mmhmm." Spoon murmured.

The ghoul rolled his eyes as he stood. "I don't suppose I could make you scream my name as you ride my dick, now could I?" he asked in the same tone as before.

"Mmhmm, sure thing Charon." the smoothskin replied, now very obviously absorbed in reading her...whatever-it-was.

Charon felt himself flush, somewhat relieved that Spoon had actually been that distracted. Otherwise, things could have gotten rather awkward. That being said, he took minute pleasure in lowering a hand and rumpling her hair on his way to the hallway. But the smoothskin didn't even look up. Her brow just furrowed, like she was thinking excessively hard on something.

Charon went out into the foyer and made himself comfortable in an old office chair, his shotgun lazily propped up on an old computer monitor. What a day, he mused, feeling his eyes grow heavy as he listened for the tell-tale sounds of something stirring in the night.

AN: One of two updates today, next to follow!