Gideon, who has done nothing but create friction her entire life, doesn't see the problem with doing the same on another world but chooses to accept that Harrow knows better than she does.

"Okay, but you might need to help me out with when it's a bad time," she muses, swinging her feet and grinning the thrill of Harrow's hand on her thigh. "We might need a signal. Or you could just say: 'Gideon, I don't want you to kiss me for the next five minutes' and then I'll know I can kiss you in five minutes and ten seconds."