Don't think it's that. My guess is she's looking for a father figure who'll only verbally shoot her down.

[Pot to kettle: you're black. That aside, Chase is impressed with Cameron's speed at hostess work, one step ahead of his intended offer of help. He puts himself together a selection of cold cuts and vegetables, the arrangement precise.]

I'm more interested in why he indulges it. Not like him to pet the dog.

[No this is not jealousy. Well, maybe a little.]