Since she'd already been hitting on him gung-ho and made it perfectly obvious that his pants was where she wanted to be, even subtlety at this point was asking for a lot. It was more amusing than insulting to him, and definitely flattering. Jason honestly couldn't remember the last time someone was going all out to get him into bed.
Rolling his eyes, Jason picked up his knife and fork, ready to dig into his own dinner. "Um. Does your foot really have to be there?" Her toes were wiggling and it was an odd feeling against this thigh. Not really a tickle or a massage, just movement.