She hid her smirk behind the gentle fold of her hand as she propped her elbow on the counter and admired the sly grin that shaped Connor's features.  She didn't quite buy his humility, but even still, the attempt to sell it only added to his charm.  Jo wasn't sure if she should have been damning Elise or praising her, but as she found herself stupidly grinning at the man across from her, she decided she could do both.  A nervous flutter returned to the pit of her stomach.  She hadn't been expecting much from the affair, Elise setting her up with her brother, but as the night had proceeded, she found herself increasingly enjoying Connor's company.  Where her nerves had once told her not to get her hopes up, they now screamed at her not to screw it up.<br/><br/>The apples of her cheeks flushed as he insisted again, and tenting her hand over her forehead a soft scoff of laughter escaped her as she shook her head.  "I haven't scared anybody," she retorted with a playfully matter of fact tone as her bright blue eyes bliked up at him from a sideways glance.  There was a studious undertone to her brillant stare as she turned her head to face him more directly, and her teeth pinched thoughtfully at the corner of her mouth.  The truth to the questions he asked had depths, and Jo was trying to decide if she should just dip his toe in or toss him off the deep end, but she knew that the latter was more of the liquor talking.<br/><br/>"I'm a complex creature," she finally replied in honesty, flashing him a rueful smirk.  Letting her hand fall around the bottle they were sharing, Jo poured herself another drink and shrugged half heartedly.  "I've had a number of habits that were hard to handle," she admitted, "I guess, I can be a bit...needy."  She put the truth in the simplest way she could as her large blue eyes twinkled with a mischievously girlish grin.  She didn't want what most girls did, and most men, in her experience hadn't known what to do with her; fumbling the ball of jealousy and general spinelessness more often than not.  There were plenty of layers to the pretty blonde, and for most, they had been hard to navigate.<br/><br/>"Girlfriends having girlfriends sounds all well and good in theory, but in practice it's a whole 'nother matter," she stated flippantly then, washing down the tidbit with a swig of her drink.  It was perhaps the lesser of evils when it came to what the prima ballerina earnestly desired, which she still kept to herself, her pride refusing to let the matter surface with a man she had just met.  "But enough about me, Mr. Humble," she narrowed her brows in a tease.  "What's the skeletons in your closest look like?"