In the corner of the dark, wooded room, she danced two imperceptible steps to the Melody Gardot playing in the ambiance and said, “you have a very large cup, and you are filling it all the way up.”
“How am I to take that?”
After a smirk that took three full seconds to develop on her fresh, blood-red lips, she repeated, “how am I to take that. Not, what does that mean? What sort of person makes such distinctions during their first intercourse with another?”
“An intrigued one.”
She engaged his eyes three full moments, finger slowly circling the rim of the whisky glass, before turning her head, and then her hips, and walking away.