"Like I told you before, that barely counted," Jim shrugged. Some guy forcing himself on a woman wasn't sex. There was a word for it, which Jim wasn't going to use only because it was something Mary didn't seem too keen on talking about, and he understood why. It boiled his blood, though, knowing that anyone would have once called that a gentleman. Jim may have slept with a number of people himself, but he never did anything of that kind— and he could only imagine that Pamuk had done it with other women too.

"And I look forward to making you feel good too." Actually at this point, Jim would easily say that was his priority.


[ ooc: well he's an american so yes, she'd probably hate him. But it's fine, Jim likes a challenge. He charmed her dad, he can charm her grandma. ]