Nights like this don't generally happen to girls like her. Maeve is okay with that, she's used to it and she's always been happier being on her own. She's not sure who really changed that about her, whether it was Jackson or Otis, or maybe it was Aimee, always telling Maeve she could have more than she did. Whoever it was, now she's here, wanting more.

Wanting more with Steve.

She smiles into the kiss and then nods. "Yeah," she agrees. "Let's go make use of the room before you freeze your balls off and you can't make use of anything anymore."