She practically purred with happiness and she curled up close to him, no longer playing at aloofness. "Order for me," she commanded, imperious, and then she arranged his arm around her. There would be no doubt to anyone that this was no friendly dinner. Sliding her own arm half around his shoulder, she played with his hair, gently ruffling her fingers through it, possessive. "Now, tell me about these infamous seductions of yours. Did you have a favorite? Did you intend to be disreputable? Are you ever sincere?" She was grinning, softening some of the sting of her questions.