I'm sure I'll be far more polite about it when I want you to leave. [She tells him with a fond roll of her eyes. When they're seated, she eyes the space left between them and then moves into it, sitting close by his side.

It makes her skin tingle to be so close by him, but she's in a mood to push her own boundaries at the moment (as if she hadn't done that already).]

... By the way.

[Jane clears her throat softly, leaning her shoulder against his arm.]

You might kiss me any time you like. I won't mind at all.