Jac maneuvered so that she was sitting up again, though her legs were still mostly sprawled across his lap. It was, after all, pretty comfortable. No reason to fix what's not broken, or whatever. Anyway if he was offering to break out with her she was pretty sure she had a right to put her legs in his lap.
"Not really. I think maybe being a good girl would be, like, boring. I like to have fun." She laughed lightly, shrugging. "I won't get pissed off! I don't care. I don't think I'm a bad girl, but I don't care. Maybe. How do you tell whether you're bad, anyway?" She tilted her head, giving him a curious look, as if considering her options. Then she grinned wickedly, moving so that she no longer had her legs in his lap but was leaning over him, hand resting on his shoulder and lips only a few inches away. "Serious?"