"Depends on your definition of 'fun'," Brock replied. He was aware of her hands on his thighs, but he was still trying to decide if she really was being naive about this or if she was leading him on, considering how often she kept touching him. "But yeah, I think I could manage something between the two of us."

He just hoped that she wouldn't get hung up on him, assuming they even made it past second base (seeing as Elle jumped right past first). While he was always up for some one-night-stands - hell, he wasn't even sure he had to worry about protection anymore, what with his symbiote and all - he was concerned that she'd turn batshit crazy afterward and get possessive or something. He could deal with her hitting on him; he thought she was hitting on him, but he didn't want her getting the wrong idea here.