She takes in a sharp breath when his soft fingertips catch on bare skin as her top falls yet again. It takes her a second to refocus on what he's saying. "Those sound like keywords for boring," she accuses, starting to feel jealousy bubble up that's totally not welcome here. She knows it's just because she struggled today with finding her rhythm, usually it's so easy to work the whole day away before noticing it's gone, but for some reason she had been full to the brim with anxious energy waiting for him to get home. "It's not boring now," Toni points out after a beat and another long swig, taking up her glass with her other hand so she can turn and look at him, placing her free hand on his knee now.