[he's gentleman enough to pretend he doesn't see the flush, although he's smiling privately as he stands with her. He goes to put on a pot of coffee while she washes. Not the best thing to pair with the spicy cajun meal they're about to have, but nice for after, especially if he pours of the rest of his glass of whiskey in it.]

Right, you told me 'bout that. [about the mages of her world and how goddamn awful they are, specifically.] So let's see now... charmin', funny, resilient to magic and can turn into a goddamn tiger... I'm startin' to wonder what you can't do, Miss Jones.

[he knocks his hip against her lightly as he passes to return to the table, smiling.]

Speakin' of that last one - if your offer to go flyin' is still on the table, I'll be free this weekend. [a word here with multiple meanings, given that will be after his parole hearing.]