The warmth that breaks over her face, the tired little half-smile and the slight cant of her head--really? really?--is an expression Dresden probably recognizes quite well. She loves him. All his stupid, eons-old bravado, all his dickish commentary, all the broken strength that keeps him from falling apart.

Aparently, Karrin Murphy has a type.

"I'll try to remember that before my spine breaks on the second wall."

She uses his knee to get back on her feet, taking the chance to give him an extra squeeze before she straightens. "I'll be right back."