True to his adopted name, Happy was as easily swayed from a sour mood as any dog would be, and also as given to horny impulses.  Freeing himself from his mask and shaking out his tousled hair, he raised a bemused eyebrow at Voltaje's gesture and then exchanged his former grimace for a shit-eating grin, in spite of himself.  He wasn't sure what exactly the Latin lovely was referring to with those two twitchy fingers, but he figured it had to be something naughty.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Can you--?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><strong>"I'm not exactly sure if I can, Ma'am,"</strong>he said, putting on a show of graceful Yankee manners for her.<strong>"But I'd sure like to find out!</strong>" he concluded, the suggestiveness of his remark made clear by the lewd twinkle in his eye.  It was nothing less than a relief to turn his mind away from mayhem and muck monsters for a moment, and enjoy a little harmless flirting.  He didn't imagine a prime filet like this one could have any serious intent in flirting with a kid like him, so it kind of took the pressure off.  At the same time, he didn't mind having a chance to observe Jane's responses to him cozying up to someone else, even if it was just play -- the teen was watching for any hint of romantic feelings from the Doctor, and a little possessiveness would fit the bill nicely.  Anyone who wanted to speak over the engine roar had to raise their voice a good bit, so it was likely Talpert and Jane in the back seats could hear the conversation.<br/><br/><strong>"Tell you what, you show me where I should start --"</strong>he put up two fingers and shook them in front of Voltaje, just as she had --<strong>"and I'll see what I can do ..."</strong>Still twitching them, he made his fingers dive airplane-like towards her feet, where they rested in the seat next to his, and he began probing for ticklish spots, careful not to move past her calves for the time being.  With all the jostling and racket they were subjected to by the driving, it was hard to get in more than a few seconds of tickling at a time, but he was determined in the attempt.  Besides, quick bursts of tickles at 30 MPH were enough to make just about anybody bust out, unless she was a totally non-sensitive type.