When Aidan puts it that way, she bridles. "He's not pressuring me," Kate snaps, defensive and protective of Declan. No surprise, it's the exact same reaction she had to Magnus, Sam and Declan getting in her grill about Aidan.

Except... "I guess he kind of is. But it's not..." Hand rubbing her temples, Kate sighs, and looks past Aidan, past the open sides of the bar out into the night. It doesn't feel like pressure, because it's denial instead. It doesn't feel like pressure because she wants it too.

"It's dumb, is what it is. He gave me an ultimatum. No more sex until I can promise him exclusivity. Thing is, I want to promise it. I just can't. I don't make promises I'm not sure I can keep."