Jesse opened his mouth to point out that he hadn't been sneaking, not even remotely, but he decided to let it drop. Hell, he'd known she was paranoid before he asked her out. And he kind of wasn't one to talk when it came to paranoia.

He followed her to the bar, feeling strangely like an obedient dog. Maybe because of the way she was ordering him around like that. Did he like that or not? He hadn't decided yet. "Order whatever you want," he offered, trying to save face. "It's on me."