There was a half-formed comment at the forefront of her mind about how it was no wonder he was a terrible Warden, but she didn't want to start a fight. She shifted her head a little, turning, her nose an inch from his.

"Jim, I...."

She moved a little closer, until she could feel her hair brushing his face; her head tilted slightly to one side, her lips parting and eyes falling shut.

Then, rather anticlimactically, half a week of no sleep and a decent quantity of liquor caught up with her and she pretty much passed out on him.