Only if the lamp post consents, Jane, only if it consents.

[And with a sigh and that sentence, Bones seems resigned to the fact that this is his life now. He does unbend enough to offer her half of a smile as he buttons his shirt -- no bare chested glen-riding tonight, it seems.]

And of course I'm coming to get you. Where there's a Kirk, there has to be a McCoy to fish their ass out of trouble. Law of the multiverse, woman, try to keep up.