'Our'. That feels so nice. Belonging somewhere again... "No. More like ancient Greece. But she's adapting well."

Verity siiiiighs. She is so put-upon by this man of hers. "You're trouble." Like she doesn't love it. He can get away with pretty much whatever he wants--if he's willing to live with her sassing him about it. "I thought lawyers were supposed to be good at finding compromises."

He can twitterpate her whenever he likes. They don't need any further psychic links for that.