"I'm fairly certain there are parts of my anatomy that might not work well when thrown into frozen rain," he said, grinning. "But I'm more than willing to try and find out."

He leaned in, lingering in the kiss. "I don't think I want to. I mean... I can't think of anything that I would feel the need to keep from you. Anything that might have been remotely... You know my life. Three years as a fugitive. Believing I killed Mal. My father. The killings." He considered all of his life. "Oh. I have a police record. I was caught breaking into corporate headquarters to a place we were hired to infiltrate. I needed information so... I got caught. In fairness, I was twenty-one."