Flirting is the trigger to either kill me, knock me out or be somewhere else. I ... don't flirt as a rule, unless you're a certain purple-blooded freak of nature with an obsession with guns.

[She shook her head, reaching up and scratching at the back of it and looking a little uncomfortable.]

That part of me flirts with everything... well, worse, but it has to start somewhere, and usually it can't just start with the medieval torture equipment.