Becky is scared but supportive

Roger lies on the bed while Becky reads. Her expression becomes more and more concerned until she finishes. She sits for a few minutes thinking before she finally speaks.

"Roger I don't like this. We should take the money and go." Becky says. "£50,000 is so much more than we expected!"

"I don't know." Roger says, rolling on his side. "I want to know what's going on. I want to do this for my uncle."

"This is freaky, and creepy, and dangerous." Becky says. "It was bad enough when we were just coming out for the night, but for a whole week?"

"We can't leave tonight anyway." Roger says. "At the very least we'll need to spend the night. It'd be too easy to go off a cliff in the dark."

"Fine." Becky says. Then she groans. "Our stuff is all in the trunk! I don't have my toothbrush!"

Roger laughs. "Do you want to go look for a bathroom in this place?"

Becky snaps at him. "You'd come with me!"

Roger teases her "Oh would I?"

Becky flops back onto the bed. "I don't have any pajamas either!"

Roger reaches over to squeeze her breast. "We could sleep naked."

Becky rolls over and rises onto her hands and knees. "Oh you'd like that wouldn't you? Fucking in your uncles goddamn haunted house." She cups his crotch with one hand, and looks surprised when she feels the bulge. "You really would like that." She smiles wickedly.

Roger shrugs. "You're sexy when you're angry."

Becky crawls closer, sliding her hand around his belt and into his pants. "Is that why you piss me off? To make me sexy?"

Roger lifts himself on his elbows. "No, you're the most fuckable woman in this room I don't need to piss you off."

Becky twists his hardening shift painfully. "Okay. Fine. You better fuck me senseless to make up for this garbage trip." She starts to unbuckle his pants.

Rogers eyes fall back to the letter and he has a fleeting moment of panic. He hates to ruin the momentum, but he should do something about that letter.