Maeve smiles and runs a hand through his hair. She kisses his neck before resting her head on his shoulder again.
"You might have to." Ilsa responds. Maeve wrapped her arms around his waist "what else were you thinking of doing?" She asks quietly, a bit nervous.
"I don't mind us being like this, but that just scares me a little." Maeve says quietly. Ilsa sighs "so we have a complete rookie."
"You had the up to date training , your little lover here hasn't." Ilsa comments Maeve pulls him closer again "I don't mind you like this, it's just I'm not ready for that."