Unfortunately, they've had to get used to the idea of being watched. He thinks possibly (hopes) the bathrooms might be the only place that's not fitted with a camera. It's funny how one adjusts one's definition of privacy. It would be nice to know a special in surveillance, one that was on their side for a lot of reasons. Of course, knowing someone there might just make them more self conscious.

He huffs a dramatic sigh as if he's very put out by the idea of them not making out in the elevator. Really, he doesn't mind the anticipation even if he thinks it would be fun. The elevator ride is quick enough and he's amused to see that she has the room that adjoined his old room. He'll have to move his things in the morning.

Once she shuts the door behind them, all thoughts of anything except Lydia flee. "You know, that is very fortunate for both us and I do remember that we discussed testing your soaps. We could mix business and pleasure," he suggests, closing his eyes at the feel of her hands brushing his skin as she unzips her jumpsuit. At the same time, he reaches out, fingers closing over the zipper on her jumpsuit, knuckles brushing against her skin as he pulls the zipper down.