"Recreation is games," she muttered, shaking her head when he said she was important. "S'just sex. Nothing else. S'all it should be." Jo sighed when he turned on the water, her lips forming a pout. "Don't want to get clean. Just want scotch." She lifted the bottle to her lips after finally getting it open, and took a long pull defiantly.
Her eyes flickered down and watched his hands as he worked on her shirt, and she smirked. "You tryin' ta get me naked, Cas?"