"Sounds like a plan, ma'am." Booker was smirking as he watched her. And the replicator stole his attention for a moment, reminding him of magic, of other days. Good and bad ones, really. He shook his head. So much had happened. In Way too many worlds to count.

Booker eyed her, and then the pants she held up, but not out to him. "I might. Hand them over, then?"

And yes, he might just be planning on putting them on in front of her, at the moment. His eyes held a mischievous and flirtatious smirk, as did his mouth.