Ah. Not so honest after all, then. Not so bold. She clearly means him, but doesn't quite have the courage to say so.

He doesn't call her on it - though he does smile at her a moment, knowingly. Then he lifts his eyebrows, and tosses his head, and sighs, "Stupidity. Stupidity and crassness. I have no objection to flirting - obviously, clearly I do not. Nor do I have any objection to forwardness. But that coupled with that level of...unsophistication...Honestly, his swaggering leering about babes in bikinis - " He pronounces that phrase with extreme distaste - "Is just embarrassing. A man must either be discreet, or he must be clever and well-spoken. A man who is neither disgusts me."