"Well, that sounds unfair to me." He's mostly joking. Mostly. Seriously though, if it's part of her job, it doesn't make sense why it shouldn't count. Man, hanging around Hunter as much as he does, sometimes Jim forgets how ridiculously prudish twentieth-century Western humans often were. It's just sex, man.

Oh, nice. Even if that wasn't where they were going, Jim takes a moment to appreciate the advertising, before Natasha's question interrupts his train of thought. Ah well. "I did a summer in Vegas as an exotic dancer once," he admits freely, without a hint of shame. "Didn't pick my own outfits though. I know what I like but I'm not really a fashion guy, so if you wanna tell me my taste is terrible, I'm open to suggestions."