The smirking fell a little and she shrugged, stepping back around the bar. "Yeah, we don't do a lot of talking about that, do we?" She was reaching for the nearest bottle of vodka, popping it open and pulling out a couple of glasses. After tonight, they both needed a little to take the edge of.
"But..." She poured and glanced at him. "Maybe I'm not totally against the idea of this being more. Maybe." The truth was, Carol had let it linger a little in the back of her mind from time to time. Usually late at night when she should have been sleeping. Or moments like this when she was quietly watching him. He was a good man, even if he didn't believe that about himself. And even if she still thought they were ultimately going to be very bad for each other.
She poured him some vodka and slid the cup his way as she took a drink. Her thoughts lingered briefly to her last long-term relationship. Her only one. Carol quickly blocked that out and nodded. "You're not going to suddenly get jealous about me talking to other guys now, are you?" She was teasing. She knew better than to ever really think that was going to be the case.