She found the image of Claire standing with her hands in her pockets endearing. It seemed they were both able to make the other insecure; that wasn't something Jules was used to for her. Though, she was quite used to doing it to others.
Jules took a step closer to Claire and tilted her chin up so she could still meet her gaze. "Like an Irishman? Not Irish yourself?" she inquired.
"I find you very distracting," Jules told Claire softly. Her fingers lingered on her cheek as she looked up at the beautiful blonde.
"You took me down here because you knew it was too romantic to resist, didn't you?" she accused jokingly.