Circe had no doubt of her actions and was glad that her new roomie agreed with her. Left ear and eye quirked at his comment about grapes. Say what you will about John, but to other Lost he probably had the best poker face ever.
The elf laughed at his approval, "That's why I don't do it. Makes ya stupid enough ta get bitch slapped by the Wyrd. I mean, shootin' em worked for Harrison Ford." She laughs harder, "sayin' that example convinces lots of said idiots ta see my way, funny enough."
Circe finished off her Poptart. Now she had to figure out what she'd ask for from him. "Ya know," she picked up a few grapes and rolled them between her fingers, "I could make some double entendre about yer hands and workin' me," she popped a grape into her mouth, "But nah. Chores. Workin' on my car maybe. Or just askin' nice like for the teaching. Like I said," another grape, "I got no prob teaching. Actual boomsticks I need coin for. Buuuut," last grape, "Ya can wait on the car option. Can't exactly do much without a garage," there was a slight flush and shifty look as she said that. It was an embarrassing moment of hubris that cost her a lot of money.