She breathed in. Let her temper relent. Peggy found the smile she wore around the office. And answered, sweet as could be: "Beg your pardon, but you're not quite my type. As a last resort or otherwise."

Did Peggy dislike the brute? Not at all. He proved himself remarkably efficient. There was that word again: remarkably. He was, to a note, remarkable. And she was as hot-blooded as any other human could be.

"Spare your snogs for our curious friends."