"You can be very charming, James. And very optimistic." Her voice is a tease more than anything, and she frees her hand to gently bop the end of his nose with his finger.

"I think I'm getting a headache," she mutters with a sigh, just loud enough for the driver to hear. She's not. But she can feel the start of irritation that always comes after hours of being charming herself, and she ducks her head to rest it on his shoulder.

And in any case, it buys them time for silence on the drive back.