[ To be fair, Jim. You could probably charm people by just existing in their general vicinity. At least that certainly seems to be the case where a certain raven-haired female is concerned. Her mouth falls open ever so slightly as she finally takes notice of the person she's just snapped at. Kenzi's face loudly telegraphing her moment of appreciation as he casually saunters over.

She forces her mouth to close, Kenzi pretending to subtly wipe the non-existent drool from the corner of her mouth. Her gaze slowly sliding up his body before it eventually - you know she took her time on that one - settles on his face.

Her hand hovers so near to his she can feel the warmth of his skin but doesn't allow them to touch just yet. Her mouth once again opening as the words spill past his lips and she has to swallow a low groan. I mean, really?! There is nothing about him that's even fair. Interplanetary adventures are just overkill when he had her at 'Hello'. ]

I have so many questions. [ Mostly; Are you single? Do you happen to be seeing anyone and... You know really they're all variations of the same. ] Considering the anthem of my people is Oh, Canada! - [ Shamelessly making that sound as wrong as possible. ] - I'd say you're perfectly safe.

[ Regardless of whether she finds him attractive or not - not even up for debate at this point - she's not about to try and jump his bones (ba-doom, ching!) Instead, she allows her fingers to stretch out to graze the palm of his hand. They had, of course, warned her about the whole, pleasurable touch thing but from the way she pitches forward? Kenzi was clearly underestimating its effects. The slight surge of Chroma, especially after burning through what little she started with, finally drawing that low groan from her lips.

Just as quickly as her body begins to sway, Kenzi snaps herself back to reality. Snatching her hand away and staring wide-eyed at where they'd been touching before looking back to his face. ]

I think executions are the least of your worries.