That scenario didn't need Karl's own mutual answer to say that he wouldn't go through a "quick fuck against the wall" either. Even though it was for the sake of cover, the whole partner-thing was still very alive and well. He could tell by the way she looked him and by the way he wasn't so sure he could keep looking back at her.
Not when the odds are, if he was going to go undercover as well with her being his ex-girlfriend-now-exotic-dancer, something like this was sure to happen again.
"Matt O'Shea." Karl tried the name. Sounded better than Kevin O'Dell from that one time in Ireland. "I can do that."
Talking shop made him slowly realize that he was still looking at her with that tilt in his head, a perfect angle for the perfect fit of mouths. Finally, Karl found the initiative to pull back from Alyssa, his hands pulled back to his sides, and giving her the personal space that he had so suddenly violated.
"Probably wouldn't work if I asked now. I'll call tomorrow or come back to ask for the job. Unless you can set up a meeting."