She didn't even need to ask at this point. Jim was seconds away from moving in on her anyway, but the fact that she did in that sweet voice of hers only egged him on further.

Fingers tightening on her wrist, he tugged her back as he stood up, his other arm winding around her waist as he guided her back against the table. It was near the window but Jim couldn't care less at this point if anyone saw them; everyone at the inn was likely to hear them either way, so it's not like it mattered much. To him, anyway.