In the silence, Mina felt horribly silly. She knew her paranoia was well-founded. And she knew that it wasn't applicable to this place. But old habits and all.

Gently, she caressed his face, turning her head to catch his eyes. "We have a very, very serious problem, darling," she told him, in a tone of voice that made it fairly clear that she was being cheeky.

The pad of her thumb brushed against his cheekbone. "It seems," she said, "that I want you to stay the night."