He can breathe a little better when she moves away; he clears his throat as though freeing it from the constriction. For all that he hasn't been through this with her before, there's the strangest feeling of deja-vu about this. "I mean, you don't want to date. You just want... to jump me. When it's convenient."

No schedule means her schedule, he's known enough women to get that part straight out. Picking up his wine glass with a ringing sound as it clashes against the counter, he takes a steadying sip, just making sure he's got this one figured out right. "Like an all-night grocery store."

There's no denying it's an interesting proposition. He's not quite managing to sound like any of this is a bad thing. "Why me, again? Rational and healthy, yes. Usually when someone's looking for no strings they go with people they don't know."