"Oh, good. I was afraid you were sending mixed signals."

She smirks.

She still isn't sure an intergalactic dalliance is a good idea, but flirting is innocent enough.

We'll disregard the kissing.

And the fact that she's perched atop his pelvis.

This is a strictly professional meeting between two highly skilled fighters with a lot on their minds and steam to blow off.

"Shall we go again?"


(Forget the double entendre lacing the invitation.)



(And the expectant way she looks for his answer.)