She flutters away and he's left feeling... like he's imagined the last five minutes. Two minutes? It felt like ages, but really it probably only took a few moments to seal up her dress. He feels like he imagined the closeness and intensity and he shoves it all away to focus on the fact that she has stolen his sunglasses.

"I am going to tell him you stole them," he offers instead, then moves to his suit case so he can dig out the nicer clothes to change into, ones that aren't wrinkled from a three and a half hour flight. "But first I need to use your bathroom."