Don gives her a look of appraisal so frank it nearly topples into parody. Then, slowly, he smiles. "Okay." In one quick motion--swept up in some nameless impulse--he presses a kiss to the top of her head.

He half-rolls, half-slides off the bed, crosses to the door before looking back over his shoulder. A moment goes by; with reluctance he says, "When I went by your apartment I found a package on the doorstep. From Mr. Salvatore." He waits for the words to sink in, spreads his hands. "Say the word and it gets thrown out."