"I'm afraid, sir, there's no allegedly in that statement." She said, eyeing the butter a moment before setting her wine glass down. The bread was good enough on it's own, but a little butter never made anything bad.
Her attention to the food was distracted for the moment by his comment. Her eyes narrowed at him, though it was in an overtly playful way. Her lips pursed a little as she tried to hold back a smile. "What can I say?" She asked finally. "Girls like the bad boys. We like danger."