She scoffed. "I don't see how giving you whatever the hell you want constitutes good manners," she said, flicking a finger in his direction. Crossing one leg over the other, she took another drink of her beer. The flash of teeth made her eyes widen slightly, causing her to sink back in her chair. Never before had she realized just how alien she was to the world of dating. She had been out a few times with a few guys, but they were the goth or emo type. Passive-aggressive, more likely to cry or slit their wrists than punch somebody. For once, she wasn't the manliest person at the table. It was a bit unsettling.
"So do you maul rabbits with those pearly whites? Could I consider that a warning?" she asked sarcastically, covering up her insecurities with snark. It worked for her.