Erin's playful half-smile broadens. "Oh, it's not usually how they go in America either. I'm just a bit old to be playing nice."

The smallest mercy; she lets go of Crabb's hand to take her whiskey and get a sip of it. Ahhh - those older vintages really do hit different. The pleased look on Erin's face is cat-like. "But if you'd like me to stop you need only say the word. Handsome or not I won't press a suit that's unwelcome."

Is it fair to make it explicit that she's flirting with intent to follow through? No, God no, poor Crabb is absolutely in her sights and getting the full attack.