She thought he was attractive? Surely this couldn't be happening, there was no mistaking the fact she was definitely flirting with him, and that sort of thing just didn't go on outside of pornography or teenage wet dreams - and yet here she was, her movements deliberate and obvious, her tone leaving no room for misunderstanding. He swallowed hard, wishing he could call upon the years of experience that apparently seem to have fled him in this moment.

"Well," he started awkwardly "There's a lot of things I'd like to do about it but none of them really seem appropriate."