"Hear, hear," she cried, raising an invisible glass and rolling her eyes at herself, snickering. What was it with the obsession with alcohol, though, and the blokes she hung around? Save for Gambit, maybe, who had other obsessions.
Elisabeth wasn't sure if he was playing along or admitting truths, and it was frustrating for her. She didn't want to throw herself at him, but he wasn't exactly reacting the way she was wanting. Boys didn't ignore her, unless they favoured the same sex. Were his thoughts so easily consumed that he couldn't fathom moving on or loosening up? Dropping the shagging bit, for now, she tilted her head at Spike. "Honestly? And here you were doing so well by ignoring the stereotypes," she joked, and by doing so inadvertently admitting she knew what he was.