[She looks at him over the rim of her glass of wine, humming thoughtfully.]
Oh, there's no fun in just telling. You're sharp. What do you think I like?
[Deflecting the point where she has to choose between easy lies or something a bit too honest. She thinks he already knows more than she'd like, impulsive as she'd been that night.]
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Oh, there's no fun in just telling. You're sharp. What do you think I like?
[Deflecting the point where she has to choose between easy lies or something a bit too honest. She thinks he already knows more than she'd like, impulsive as she'd been that night.]