"Isn't that what I usually wind up doing?" Beckett points out.

Her body follows his pull, her head falling to his shoulder while her nose nudges up underneath his chin and she closes her eyes, sighs, allows herself to ease into the swaying movement he sets for them. She almost has to smile - this is one of those rare moments when she finds herself following his lead instead of the other way around.

"You did a good job today," she murmurs, for lack of better sentiment.