"Not too busy to have a different chick under your sheets every night." She forced her eyes to not reveal anything of how she felt about that, but really? He hadn't changed. If anything, he'd gotten worse. The reason she hadn't slept with him on what had literally been her last night on earth was because she wasn't going to be just another one night stand or a quick lay. Jo knew she was damn better than that, and worth a hell of a lot more. Then she'd died and it had been a moot point. Now that she was back...she was glad she hadn't had sex with him.
Not that she couldn't use this to her advantage, to get him to open up to her...and not exactly in that way.
"So I figure....either you're scared to talk to an old friend - maybe I intimidate you - or...you don't like talking to a woman who refuses to sleep with you."