Is he blind? Or maybe swings the other way? I can't see you as anything but. A rather lovely one at that...

[Was he hitting on her? He was totally hitting on her. Come on. She was pretty, female, adventurous... like catnip for the Devil.

That comment answered her own on what he'd thought of her, but then she goes and scampers off ahead and he sighs. Look, there was a convenient tree over there. They could just go off and take an hour or four and--]

I hope you don't expect me to run.