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Snort.

Isidor may look like she's ready for a fight but Jim leans his head back against the couch and lets the grin he's been suppressing spread slowly across his face. She wants to go here? Really?

With Jim Kirk.

Okaaaaay.

"Look, up until this exact second I hadn't considered what the implications would be of sleeping with a guy with a less than optimal for humans thermal readout. What is that even like? Cold feet would be a nightmare, and snuggling would be only welcome in the summer I'd think."

Jim's sitting up straight now, left arm folded as though he's going to mirror Isidor's posture right back at her but the left is gesturing constantly as he talks, opening up as if to grasp at an answer hanging unspoken with between them before waving is though to brush it away.

"I wasn't gonna ask, you know. I was gonna keep my goddamn mouth shut. I'll ask Felix about the potions. I can think of plenty of uses you'd get out of them." He's onto you Isidor, but there's lines you don't cross out loud unless pushed and he's grown up enough not to leap headlong over this one.