She grinned, pulling away to set up the movie. "I never have fun watching you play because you don't kill enough cops to get the tanks onto you." Her version of GTA almost always ended holed up on a balcony, snipering people and cars and trying to outlast the SWAT teams.

Once the computer monitor had been pushed to the edge of the desk and tilted to allow ideal bedside viewing, she started the film (Inception, she decided, as Tangled was bound to be lacking in guns and explosions) and flung herself back onto the mattress, wriggling down so she could cuddle Leon and still have him see the screen.

"Did you already see this?" She asked as an afterthought.