"Look, I…" He glanced over her shoulder to where Kurt was standing. "I appreciate your intentions, I do," his gaze fell back on Jo, "and you’re … lovely. But I’m not… looking for…"
"I am lovely," she confessed with a haughty air. "I am pretty, and witty, and very," she closed her eyes and bobbed her head to emphasise her point, "very gay."
I’m rereading No Envy, No Fear and cackling like an idiot.