Her smile deepened a bit at the shiver, and she let her hand linger on top of his, thumb angled into a seam and stroking slowly, the movement light enough that there was no emphasis on what she was doing, but it would be quite impossible to completely ignore it.

"I would like that... And consider it done. For how long?" ELita's optics dimmed and she cocked her helm as she accessed the correct files and scripts, ready to edited what had previously been sent to her on file.