Oh, infuriating. That was so much better. Daniel shook his head, then completely forgot what he was doing. Vala was....pulling her pants off for some reason. One smooth slip and there was a leather pile kicked across the room. Daniel couldn't help it. He looked despite himself, with the same frozen fascination that came with staring into an oncoming train. Vala's legs went on forever, slim, muscled and fit and if he were to define flawless, he was looking right at it.

What the hell was wrong with him? She was drunk. Emotionally drained. And oh yeah, he was married. He didn't have any business looking for a lot of reasons. Daniel hurriedly looked away. His wrists were good. His hands and fingertips even better: look, he'd even started regaining the work callouses and scarring from digs again, the ones the Nox had inadvertently erased.

Daniel cleared his throat. "Must be hard to remember what you were doing right in the middle of doing it."

He was going to give himself a few seconds before he'd even try standing up and heading to his side of the bed. Just as a precaution.