Eliza chuckled as Mark confirmed his suspicious nature around her, she had to give him credit for not falling and fawning all over her like she was used to when writing a story. Many a time Eliza had offers of dates, flowers sent to her, mothers wanting them to meet their sons. Eliza was focused on her career, Eliza would not take dates to events as they would distract her limelight, so when she did date it was with those outside of the social limelight, and not successful as she generally picked them to fail. She looked over to Mark, he was attractive and she couldn't quite understand why he was single when he'd had the accident because he was attractive and successful then, of course looking at the person who greeted her earlier that morning, she certainly understood why he was single now.<br/><br/>"You can be as suspicious as you like as long as we can drop this routine we seem to be in, don't you want to relax?" she looked over to him, "You've agreed to the story, I've agreed to help you, so we may as well learn to enjoy each others company", she declared, only half fully meaning what she was saying. She could see the emotion emanating from Mark, and something told her she needed to break the tension somehow. It was early afternoon so a couple of hours until she would be making dinner,  Eliza smiled over at Mark as he offered her a shirt, "I did bring a bag, but nothing that lends itself to a house boat for the entirety of a visit", she told him.<br/><br/>She walked into the house boat, "Your room?", she asked him, wondering which direction she should go in to find these shirts. She was curious about the state of his clothes, one of the reasons she had asked, but the other was that she knew men often enjoyed seeing a woman wearing their belongings. It left an impression. Eliza looked through his clothes and it was as she expected, she needed to get him out, shopping, have lunch somewhere other than this place. She pulled off her clothes, folding them into a neat small pile, before she picked out an oversized jersey, it wasn't that freshest smelling but it was clean. She pulled it on, it barely covered her ass but she smirked, and wriggled it over herself.<br/><br/>Walking back out onto the deck she spun around, "Ta-da, this weeks fashion choice, Mark Windham's old jersey brought to life by Eliza Spring", she twirled and giggled looking over at him to see if she could raise a smile from the solemn man. "I know you are suffering, but you need to go through this to get better", she leaned towards him, holding his hands, "I promise if you let me in, I will support you", she told him, and part of her was telling the truth. She took his glass pouring them some more lemonade and passing him back his glass, bringing her chair a little closer and taking a seat beside him, "Do you have a television, do you watch movies?", she asked him casually, wondering how he filled his time here on the houseboat besides drinking.