Claire smiled. "I guess it's a good thing that you didn't need to corrupt me then, e ipo," she grinned. She had never felt as relaxed and as right with anyone the way she did with Methos, and she didn't care what had brought them together, and cared even less about the pretense in which their entire relationship was cloaked from the outside world. Sometimes, that was just the way it had to be.
"I know they want the Chronicle, but I think there's more to it than that," she murmured, not wanting her voice to carry across the water to the boat. She smiled thoughtfully, before glancing up at Methos. "Why not give them what they want? The Chronicle, I mean." it was obvious from the tone in her voice that she was up to something, and she wondered whether Methos would be thinking along the same lines. Probably, if she knew him at all. After all, he seemed to plan for every eventuality, every possible path.
"I don't think you have anything to worry about with my parents," Claire said, giggling as he swept her up and started to carry her across the boat. What is it with you and bathrooms?" However, not a word of protest fell from her lips as she traced a seductive line with her tongue down Methos' ear, before kissing a fiery trail down the side of his neck. The man was completely insatiable, and Claire was more than happy to be along for the ride.