Wilde just shrugs and nods. If it's an option, absolutely.

And it says everything about this, probably, but between her voice and the twist of her smirk it was totally worth asking, no matter what actually happens. He feels weirdly unsteady -- in a good way? -- and leans down to bump his forehead playfully against hers.

"To the extent possible," he says finally. "Isn't that what being with me is anyway? You might as well just go with it."