Gwen blinked rapidly, taking a sip of her own tea to try to hide that incredibly obvious look of guilt on her face. She wasn't sure if it was for part of her hoping Jack had been serious, or for the fact that she hadn't finished half tonne of paperwork on her desk that seemed drastically more daunting than a million weevils could ever be.

"Um, no, but I'm sure I'll finish up that report soon," she lied. Rhys was out of town on business, and the idea of heading home to an even more empty and pathetic evening wasn't particularly appealing anyway. Gwen would rather spend her night spinning in a swivel chair.

"You know, Jack," Gwen continued, deciding a change in subject would be the safest route if she didn't want him to just dismiss her back to the monotonous boredom of typing and staring into space. "Maybe you should consider gettin' a place of your own. Somewhere to go after work and all. Maybe even find a few hobbies?"