Pointedly, Brigid reached up and touched the pulse point at her throat. "Aye, I am that. M'heart's beatin and m'lungs are pullin in all th'air I need. But somehow I'm thinkin that's not quite what yer meanin."

She leaned forward, just a little, letting her foot brush against his thigh. "Tell me, Jack. Are ye the romancin sort or are ye the type to just clear off a table and have yer way with a woman?"