The back of his neck itches, as does the spot between his shoulder blades.

He knows it's only due to being aware of how exposed they are until they round the corner.

(He also knows just how easy it would be to take a shot from any number of windows, any number of corners or angles or ledges --

-- but as long as no one's looking, they're safe. Or safe enough, anyway.

Probably.)

"And we can't have me looking like a 'country cousin' or being so uncultured. Of course."

He looks as amused as he sounds, but his glance skips from place to place, checking for any signs of pursuit.