Most men Jo flirted with fit in either one of two categories: some would wordlessly encourage her to make a move and the others would suggest something equally scandalous. Hell, a third category even existed for the select few bold enough to act on their own accord - to lean over the length of the sofa and kiss her right then. Captain Darrow — Alfred, if he was going to see her underthings, didn't seem to fit in any of those. Had her flirting been too subtle? Had she missed some sign from him signaling he wasn't interested? He had invited her over with the intention of undressing to show her his tattoos...what had she misread?

But, he had inched closer to her. Jo was certain of it. If he wasn't interested wouldn't he have refused her and forced her ro leave? "And if I am serious?" She asked. Jo leaned her elbow on the back of the couch as she stared at him, her body angled towards him now.