Yes, she was quite... honest, in those dealings. Refreshingly so, if Jack had to admit it - while Miss Fisher was quite fond of games, they were rarely of the cat and mouse variety unless the mouse in question enjoyed the role. But that was also the fear, wasn't it? How long, in fact, would she want him once she'd had him? For a certainty, Phryne Fisher would be as straightforward in that eventuality as she was otherwise.

But... she had already spent what amounted to years with him as nothing more than friends. At times, they hadn't even been that much. And at least once she'd abandoned one of her flirts to go out with him. And then... by her own admission, she'd not taken anyone at the Inn to bed, and they'd both been here three months. Instead, she'd been - ahem - not sleeping with him. "One thing at a time, then?"