Her lips quirked into a small grin, much to her dislike. He wasn't supposed to be this charming, or this tough to crack. But face it, Jack Harkness was truely an enigma.

And Sarah Jane Smith had always been attracted to mysterious men.

She lifted her wine glass to her lips again, serious and thoughtful in demeanor. If this was the way he wanted to play it, alright then. She could do this.

"Alright, Jack. I'll play by your rules for a small bit."

Sarah took another sip before allowing the grin to grow. "Do you want to take me out on another date?"