[ He - even if he had said it - honestly wouldn't be trying to hit on her, he'd just be giving voice to any one of the myriad of thoughts that his mind has taken liberty to entertain today. Neither one of them is particularly in the right mind for it this evening, in as far as he can tell, although admittedly his own idea of 'the right mind' for that sort of thing is probably very different than her own. But she mentioned Romeo, she mentioned other people, and he doesn't really want to get between her and her demons or ghosts. Lord knows he wouldn't want anyone doing the same to him, even if his own ghost isn't nearly the same.

And then there's the idea of their positions, sex with a subordinate, and things have been distressing but not nearly enough to get into that whole business.

She, of course, brings flirtation into play regardless, and he knew it was coming but it hardly mitigates his natural knee-jerk response to it, which is a slight shifting in his seat and a small clearing of his throat. ] Legs maybe, but I don't know what else you're talking about. Leather -- it seems a bit like overkill. And hot, not in the - not like that, I just mean like, actually hot. You'd literally just stick to the inside of everything, trouser legs, thighs - it would very uncomfortable.