Who Needs a Dream? Who Needs Ambition?

"If you're absolutely sure it will be all right?" she asks, still looking slightly nettled and uncertain. "I wouldn't want to interrupt anything..." Joan presses her lips together, and debates making a stronger implication that they've been sleeping together. No. Too much and he might become suspicious. "But I was rather looking forward to seeing him."

She nods, signalling she's decided for herself that it will be fine, and smiles her prettiest (and least threatening) smile. "I'd appreciate it, you taking me to him."