"And I'm quite sure we'll find a better place to stay if we pretend I never gave you that spare button." Smiling, he takes her hand and that newspaper and leads her toward the door. And just maybe on the way, he can't help but see how she feels through that fabric.

It's what they do. And it doesn't even particularly violate any of Bernard's rules for the bar... though if it did, Bill wouldn't let that stop him.