"Purely hypothetical, of course " she agrees, with a toast of her cup, and a sip. She chooses this as the right time to sit down again, even if her seat ends up being the closes chest that holds all her belongings.

"In the purely hypothetical sense, of course, why aren't you? Actually trying, I mean. I'm not without my charm, I'm sure, and I'm definitely willing and interested, so I've - in a very roundabout way, circumnavigated, you see - wondered if it's because you don't want to." A little shrug.

"Honest hypotheticals only, no hard feelings. And also if there are no hard feelings."

If he catches her drift.