"Oh, still a recreational bastard, then?" She gave him a look over the rim of her cup. "Thete's doing well, I assume? 'Spect I'd have heard otherwise. And, fuck, god forbid we get into feelings. Complicates many a good relationship if you get into that feelings bollocks."

She was paraphrasing Jack and the devil-may-care grin she flashed was vintage Harkness. But she didn't expect him to notice.