He hasn't actually heard that one before, but he nods automatically. There's something in her eyes, something important, something mysterious that he could look upon for hours if he could only understand, and instead he's stuck here like an illiterate in a library.

"I'm- fuck." He scratches the back of his head awkwardly. "Do you want to- maybe - get out of here? We're kinda pushing it on our cover right now, maybe we could... do something..."

Raina raises a brow. "And what could we 'do' in the middle of the night in Lahore, Mr Agan?" 

He can remember a time - it wasn't so long ago - when breathing had come easier, when a dark quiet night like this seemed to brim with potential, when he'd saunter in and out of the bowels of the earth unafraid; when he felt powerful instead of clumsy and brave instead of stupid; he remembers their first days here, places loud and dark and drunken enough to forget everything else. 

Or he could just kiss her. 

"I guess not much," he grunts, and turns to go. 

She lunges, perhaps a little too fast, and it's a sure sign of the fact that she's still nervous. Her hand fastens on his wrist. Her fingers are always cold, always cool to the touch, but he runs like a furnace so that's alright.

"You underestimate the South Asian muslims, my friend. There is much to be done in the nights of Lahore."

They move through the inner city to what he knows to be an out-of-use railway station, but every so often, kids of about eighteen seem to be ducking in through the gate. There's little noise he can hear from here, and Raina's dress has given him no indications to where they're going: just a comfortable gharara with a dupatta draped elegantly over her neck.

The modest wear seems almost comical when Carter has seen her in her western gowns for their soirées. She wears both so well that it's difficult to know what she finds most comfortable. 

He's realising now how much he must have stood out. It never bothered him, he just showed up and said what he had to do and never even thought much about what people must think - and they'd mostly just accepted that he was meant to be there somehow. There's a certain way of being obvious that's really quite hard to notice. Now - he doesn't feel right any more, is the thing. 

He focuses on Raina to try to keep it together - the way she walks, dressed that way that looks - he thinks he can kind of see it now, the way everything is a costume for her.