Yes

"Alright," you replied, unable to resist the temptation to see her again, "We do need to talk."

Less than ten minutes later, a whoosh of wind preceded a figure descending outside your hospital window. Supergirl, in the same blue and red costume, appeared. A clear futuristic-looking respirator mask covered her nose and mouth. She moved through the open window and floated inside, landing gracefully on the floor.

"You know," she said, her soft voice being muffled by the mask, " I am not using protective gear often. It feels... weird."

She steps closer with caution, as if worried that the mask might not be enough to protect her. "Seriously, John, this is… unique. Your ability seems to affect women in a very potent way. It's a significant power, and frankly, it can become very dangerous if you don't learn to control it."

"Dangerous how?" you asked, knowing the answer but preferring to play naive.

"Well, imagine if you walked into a crowded room full of women. The kind of chaos it could cause… not to mention the potential for exploitation, either by you or by someone else who discovers your abilities and forces you to work for them." She paced in a circle, her brow furrowed in thought. "We need to figure out what triggers it, and how to turn it off. Is it a conscious effort? An **** reaction to desire? Is it always on and the same, or intensity vary?"

"I honestly have no idea," you admitted. "I don't feel anything different before or after it happens. It's not like I'm thinking, 'time to make someone want to have sex with me.'"

"Of course not," she said, nodding. "That much was clear. My initial... reaction... was gradual, not caused by any of your actions. But we need a plan. For now, until we understand this better, you're a walking magnet for female attention, especially from those who are more susceptible to your pheromones. The list may be wider than Kryptonians." She looked around the hospital room. "You're getting discharged tomorrow, right?"

"That's the plan."

"Good. Look, I can take you home. It'll be quicker, and it'll limit your exposure to people on your way out of the hospital. We don't want any more… incidents." She offered a small, apologetic smile. "Consider it a public service, and also, a way for me to... atone for my earlier behavior."

"It wasn't unpleasant, you know... if anything... I am the one who..."

"Let's not discuss it... " she interrupted you with a new blush on her cheeks. "So... are you ready to use the Supergirl taxi service?

You pondered. Getting close to her again seemed... arousing. She will notice that. And her wonderful friendliness may disappear in an instant. She was treating you as a better person than you are... the only reason why you didn't fuck her brains out was fear of what Superman and others may do to you later for that, not some nobility.