When they were settled into their seats Booker put his hand on Nile's knee and squeezed gently. And he kept his hand there. He rather likes the connection there and the little bit of affection. A married couple should be affection. It's how he was with his wife.

He raises an eyebrow at her question, smiling just a little. "Is that Nile projecting onto her role?" he asks softly, his voice a low rumble.

Booker has had sex in planes before. Not fancy planes like this but the rusty cargo planes and the other strange forms of transport they took to avoid detection.

He couldn't blame Nile for sex on a plane. She was young and would be for a very long time. Why not take risks? Why not have fun? He'd found a little of that again along with his will to live.