Jemma chuckled, "you don't think I'm spoiled enough to be a selfish lover?" she asked him, her hair falling down in front of her face as she peaked playfully out from behind it. It was a compliment she supposed.
"There are more than just your three options, Cassius," she told him with a smirk.
Her pride wanted to point out that 'enough people' would mean she'd been sleeping around and that there were that many bullocks free men walking around because she would have hexed them straight away. Of course, that would give up her game and so she bit her tongue. As he laid out reason three she kept her smirk, amused at listening to him debate it. Her heart beat harder as he named the truth and she licked her lower lip before sliding off the barstool and kissing on cheek, patting the other.
"But you're forgetting, darling auror, that I was practically engaged to Rafe Montague." Which would make option c highly unlikely. Whether true or not. Rafe had a reputation that could seriously help her right now. She made her way around the bar, carrying her glass with her for a refill.