Please. I'm a modern woman, John Watson. You'd have to at least kiss me once before that.

[It's not actually flirting, because she really isn't feeling that right now. It's just a retort, a way to disarm him and return fire, keeping their scorecard even. (And that isn't to say she's disinterested, entirely, but nor has she gone from terrified to lustful). And most of all, it's a way to keep pushing her towards something normal: contrary and confrontational, always needing to get the last word in.]

Though if you're going to be traditional about it, you're far too late. My father is long gone, and you'd need his approval to start with.