Quotes About Flirtation

Well . . . I mean . . ." Her eyebrows lifted and she looked at him slyly. "You want to ask me about the fan again?" He grinned. She'd never let him live that down.

Jamie: Are you trying to seduce me? Landon: Why? Are you seducible?

She's been on more laps than a napkin.

her mouth curved into that smile that always teased every one of his senses. Amusement. She could feel it and give him that sense of playfulness and joy that she seemed to have in abundance.

Shea shook her head, her green eyes dancing. You're a very bad man, Jacques. I keep telling you that, but you persist in thinking I am cute and cuddly.

She changed your oil and put the chill on you all in one night?

she would enjoy a glimpse of Portugal, and she had no doubt she could cope with any advances Mr Marquand might choose to make. She told herself that conducting a mild flirtation with him was actually an essential part of the whole exercise, reminding her that she was a woman in her own right. And he was at least right about the absence of pirates. The Dolphin made

A kiss?" She repeated it to stall for time. This was the sort of thing that she'd taken for granted before the war. Men desired her; they always had. She wanted that back, wanted to flirt with Henri and be flirted with, and yet the very idea of it felt sad and a little lost, as if perhaps kisses didn't mean much anymore and flirtation even less.

'Tis a sort of coquetry to boast that we never coquet.

Magnus, you were trying to flirt with your own plate." "I'm a very open-minded sort of fellow!

Magnus, you were trying to flirt with your own plate." "I'm a very open-minded sort of fellow!" "Ragnor is not," Catarina said. "When he found out that you were feeding us guinea pigs, he hit you over the head with your plate. It broke." "So ended our love," Magnus said. "Ah, well. It would have never worked between me and the plate anyway.

Why not? Do you like him?" Magnus's eyes gleamed. "He seems to like you. I saw him going for your hand out there like a squirrel diving for a peanut.

Mothers, lock up your daughters, then lock up your maidservants, then lock up yourselves. Lord Montgomery is on the prowl." … "My lord," she said, her eyes shining. "I fear I can no longer withstand your manly charms and virile ways. Please do with me as you will." Simon wasn't sure what Lord Montgomery would do, but he knew what he wanted to do.

Hey baby, guess where my warlock mark is? Never works. Trust me. Never works.

When Tucker glanced in Becca's direction and saw her watching, he smiled and winked. That one move, just a wink, made her knees go weak. She swallowed hard and knew with complete certainty, she was going to do it - she was going to spend the night with him.

Bree smiled at me. "Don't worry about me. I think I can handle him. In fact, I want to handle him," she joked. "All over.

Over the course of the day, he revealed to her a boyish, mischievous side that she found enchanting. One moment he played the lover, sliding his fingers lightly across the nape of her neck or down her arm as they walked. The next he was a rascal, sweeping her off her feet and threatening to toss her in the water or jumping out at her from the brush, ferocious as a bear.

Jess looked up. Was it possible he was hitting on her?

Was she hitting on him? He

Feeling that I was born for the opposite sex, I have always loved it, and I have done everything I could to make myself beloved by it.

Coquetry, with all its pranks and teasings, makes the spice to your dinner — the mulled wine to your supper.

Coquetry whets the appetite; flirtation depraves it. Coquetry is the thorn that guards the rose — easily trimmed off when once plucked. Flirtation is like the slime on water-plants, making them hard to handle, and when caught, only to be cherished in slimy waters.

He tried to sniff with her, but she retreated playfully and coyly. Every advance on his part was accompanied by a corresponding retreat on her part. Step by step she was luring him away from the security of his human companionship

Nothing makes me feel more mushy and full of love for my husband than going back and looking at our flirtation unfolding online. I love reading our old e-mails, texts, and Gchats.