[Perhaps they can. Just sit and talk. But Reeve would turn it to personal conversation, which would no doubt be inappropriate. He looks up to try and ask Cirrus a non-leading question. But then there's that outfit again and he looks down at his wine glass instead.]

You need not stay in here, if you do not desire. I imagine my... situation is uncomfortable to you. And I doubt either of us will be getting anything but more stressed.

[Or wait. Reeve looks up suddenly, a bit concerned.]

Or... am I incorrectly presuming that you can just leave. Oh dear, I've put you in an awkward position I imagine. Forgive me."