This couldn't be further from Bruce's fault, really, and so he had nothing to apologize for, at least in Josephine's mind. A blushing mess, she followed the man with more than a little distance between them-though never enough that they might become truly separated-trying her damndest to ignore the urges she, frankly, wanted nothing to do with.

Silence seemed to be Josephine's preferred method of interaction, as well, even if heady sighs and the rare squeaks of indignity managed to slip from the woman. At least they were nearly there, right?