"Can I let you in on a little secret?" Jo asked reminiscent of the way he asked her earlier in their evening. Then, without waiting for his reaction, she continued in a loud whisper, "Even dying men want sex. Especially dying men." But Alfred had been sad and mopey and Zelda had cured him, so really it didn't matter what he thought of her.

Not one bit.

Taking a sip of her drink, Jo sat back in her chair. "It's okay, though. I'm not offended because, like I said, I don't want to sleep with you."