Gwen's smirk matched Wesley's and she reached over to her wine glass and held it out for him to fill it. "I think I could get used to this. I should probably be wearing more leather for the yes, miss part though." She winked at him.

She still wasn't sure what the outcome would be while Wesley sorted out his feelings, but Gwen was planning on making the most of whatever time they had. If it was a month, which never in her dreams had she thought that she would even think about, then it would be. Gwen had never thought more than a day ahead, sometimes only an hour, when she was with someone and now she was looking to months ahead. It was a very different experience and one she was still getting used to.