She sat at the table with him, and chowed down on the delicious meal- she was pretty hungry after such a long and emotionally draining day. She slurped up her spaghetti and rubbed her belly when she got all full.<br/><br/>She offered to take the dishes away when they had both finished eating, then she nonchalantly sat in his lap at the table, and kissed his neck a little.<br/><br/>it was almost like she had maybe read his mind somehow, as she whispered to him "Ya know, I'm not Jemma. I'm not going to hurt you"