Cuthbert draws back his hand, pretending to be wounded, then promptly uses it to tug playfully at a lock of her hair. When she sniffs at him, he winks at her and leans forward to pick up his own drink again.

"Next time, yar," he offers, and takes a sip. "Interesting."

He's glad beyond words to see Susan smiling and happy rather than the bruised and shadowed way she'd looked that morning. But tomorrow still lies ahead of them all, and it's not like they've got a lot to offer in the way of dances and distraction for it, only their company.