"Oh yeah, it'll be crackling with explosions of Shakespearean brilliance. I mean, it is Hamlet. You're not going to be lacking in violence." She sighs deeply into his kiss, wanting him so much closer, as she runs her hands down his back, drawing him nearer. Every nerve vibrating at his touch and she's so unused to being teased like this. Softness before satisfaction. Something about it leaves her wobbly, unsteady on her feet. Intoxicating in an all together different way than sex. "It's an indie." Her breath is heavy, somewhere still lost in the kiss. "No gold. It's about getting my acclaim back." She breaks into a smile and when she responds "I missed you too", it's genuine truth. When not wrapped in the world of learning lines and bonding with her cast members, the thought of him graced her mind more than she could have expected.

Corrine laughs, ushering him to sit at the table. "That brother of yours. Good thing he's back or who knows what craziness you'd be up to." But her eyes perk at the mention of docks. "Getting funding? Meetings? Good for Siren Cove? Is this what the suit was about? Will Cabot, are you going legit?"

She takes a seat, lighting the final candles that rest atop the table. "Speaking of funding. I sign off on the final Waterhouse development contracts Monday. It's all going to be real."