"You're a right tough pickle. I can't very well offer much more if you aren't willing to offer some sort of means to help ease your stand-offish 'tude and discomfort. I can tell you now, I won't stop flirting. If anything, that should lighten the mood and boost your self-esteem if I want to shag you, yeah?" She kept her hands on the table, no matter the looks or how silly she appeared. She had to gain his trust before hopping into his head. Not that she ever needed permission, but it seemed to go smoother and it was polite.