She gave a wiry grin at his response, lifting an elbow to the table to lean almost casual towards him. "Yes. What are they afraid of?" Jill gave him a long look, her lip curling rather slowly before she leaned back, taking the napkin on the table down into her lap.
Looking down at her food, she was rather surprised at his blunt question, her gaze returning to him to scowl slightly. Pursuing her lips rather angrily, she pushed the bowl away from her and looked at him levelly. "I do not see what my happiness has to do with anything." And he was very much living under a rock if he thought good looks meant you were happy.